Morning Coffee.

It was gray when we started things off today -- rained late last night, and then fog and whatever else hung on much of the day -- but by 3ish this afternoon we were sunny, or partly sunny, and even if it was cooler than the greened-over grass out at 27244 made it look like, it was still surely spring, and the promise of coffee on the porch is out there: we need to break in the fern-housed house finches to our presence, anyway, and so the dog and I have big plans to do not much else other than sit out front tomorrow morning and drink coffee and bark at whoever comes by.