It would have been an open window day, but somebody less acclimated than I had a fire going, and the air stank of smoke. But when dusk arrived the frogs began croaking, so I went out and listened to them for a while as I watched Alger and Farah eat their dinner. Lots of little plants are popping up in the back yard, too. About two dozen of the poppers are poppies, appropriately. If there's more rain (or I keep watering them) there should be a good poppy crop this spring. Poppy crop. Sounds like an oath.
Laundry. Forgot to do it this afternoon. Short attention sp