I finally convinced (or forced?) Tillie to wear a coat this morning. It was 32 in Austin, and that is a polar vortex, my friends. Tillie, meanwhile, was all dots and stripes and loved having that cold wind whip across her face. I guess when bone-chilling weather--and I use that term loosely as a former New York City resident who experienced actual bone-chilling weather--is a novelty, it's fun to laugh in the face of the arctic air.