My favorite part of the day so far was about ten o'clock this morning, when the clouds settled earthward and filled the street with fog. I could barely see the trees a hundred feet away. Wind later sent them back to the sky where they now hang their delightful gloom. The lawn has not yet begun to turn green, of course, but the moss on the mulberry tree and on the walk under it has rapidly turned lush where a few days ago it was sere.
I'm going to heat some soup for lunch, and make some garlic toast of a stale roll I failed to eat last week. Tomorrow I have an appointment with the chiropractor, so will have to go out into whatever weather the afternoon offers. Today I intend to enjoy being indoors, despite having the thermostat set at 64 degrees. I'm going to read for a while after lunch, wrapped in a big, fuzzy blanket which I will share with a cat. All I really lack is a pair of mittens with one finger hole for turning pages.