e e cummings may say that in Spring "The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful", but, some days are just plain dreary. Today is one of them. The fog is lifting, but the heavy rain of last night has left puddles and all the branches of the trees with water droplets hanging from them.
The only creatures out and about are the squirrels, under the birdfeeder.
Even the cats are just sitting around staring at me wondering "What are we going to do today, Ma?" And, I'm stuck inside, waiting for a phone call from the cable people who are supposed to be here between 8 AM and Noon. Sigh, that's right, my brand new cable box, installed just about a week and a half ago, is capoot already.
Oh well, Monday is the traditional laundry day, and I guess that's what I'll be doing. And, on the good news front, by Friday, it's supposed to be 75 degrees and sunny out.
Erm, edited to add that the reason that the cable box wasn't working was that, apparently, one of the cats had knocked a plug thingie off of the back of the box. It took him all of 30 seconds to fix (Louise rolls eyes at own stupidity for not checking.)