Got to work at 7 a.m. (as usual), with rain on and off.
And the temperature in the mid to high 50s.
And mostly, frogs out en masse in the creek/marsh, as evidenced by the croaking.
Which, actually, I can hear from my desk (through the closed windows) as I finish lunch.
There are a lot worse ways to start a Friday morning. The rain’s let up, and I see several people strolling the path around the marsh.
Maybe time to do the same myself.