I heard the weather forecast and realized that working on the pond on Saturday would be 1) insane; and 2) way too late to do any good if the forecast comes true. We're about to plummet from close to 70 to around 20 in 24 hours, or so the weatherbunnies ever-so-earnestly tell us, with appropriately furrowed brows and wrinkled noses. So I'm going to burn 4 hours of leave time tomorrow afternoon to try to protect the pond - if the pump is running fine and the water is circulating rapidly they should be okay, this should only be for a night, but if it's not running I'm not sure how the system, and the fish, will come through a 20 degree night. Goldfish are fairly cold-hardy but that may be pushing it too far, and I'm not sure about that pump - it ain't state of the art. So if you think of me tomorrow afternoon, imagine Pond Scum. I will be wearing it. I know, it's not like the deadly cold other people are experiencing and I'm not trying to make this into High Freaking Drama, it's just a pain in the ass. I really hate to burn leave for this, but if I don't and the damn thing freezes I'll kick myself.