It's nearly 70 degrees outdoors with next to no wind as I type and it's taking EVERY ounce of reserve in my frail lil body to delay Happy Hour until the post-meridian. I mean EVERY fiber in my consciousness is demanding I get out on the verandah right this moment with book, beer, and cigar in hand. But we shall resist as we have an image of respectability among our neighbors to uphold here, not to mention our own self-respect. It's a matter of living up to our standards, Gentle Reader, however limited they may be. And it's only a matter of five minutes, besides.
That said... we're in for more of the same this weekend. Tis the calm before the storm(s), methinks.