A severe cold virus has slowed our household considerably the last two weeks; I have reluctantly used two(!) of my seven annual sick days this week. I mention this only because Anthony gives me, almost without fail, two or three topics a week that would be worthy of posting, yet I haven't been able to attend to my regular obligations since New Year's Day, let alone feel like writing. But, before a couple of them fade from memory completely. . . .

Anthony turned the temperature control in the refrigerator/freezer to zero several times in the last week or so, thawing the frozen items each time. I ultimately resorted to pulling off the control knob. It will be much more difficult to determine if he has been able to reach in to twist the actual metal control inside, but he probably will not be able--or have the inclination--to do so.

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My wife went out to shovel snow recently and wanted Anthony to go outside with her so he could not wreak havoc on whatever he might get his hands on inside the house. Getting him to put on his coat is normally a matter of course, but this time he was adamant in his resistance. My wife finally realized that he had not changed out of his sweatshirt and sweatpants worn to bed. Although that would be acceptable attire around the house, Anthony apparently knew he had not changed into his "real" clothes for the day, and could not reconcile the two ideas.