Late night porch

It was finally warm enough not too stinking cold to sit on the porch for longer than ten minutes and mess around with water drops on the windows. This felt like summer rain. No fake rain that turns to ice pellets or snow in an instant. This was real rain. And when you move the lens up and down, the drops become hair. Or swimming things.

Despite a cottony chest (NO not from the monkeys-I believe it came courtesy of the nice woman in Byerly's who coughed on me last Wednesday) I knocked some pre-trip errands off the list. It's coming together.