The night has not cooled as much as I'd have liked, and the house has cooled even less. Orion dropped below the horizon long ago, and the waning moon has not yet risen above the pines. The sky is mottled with thin clouds, but they will not last. By Sunday, it is likely to be a fearsome 70o. An explosion of leaves is expected. March is too soon to be making iced tea. I thought I'd left this weather behind when I left Los Angeles. I'm being stalked!
In related news; Sluggo absolutely must be replaced before this month is out.