Windy

North wind blowing the overnight rain away, sunshine _again_. We might get used to that stuff. Didn't get out to the bog yesterday, so that's on today's agenda. (Instead of a bike ride, which the wind and cold contra-indicates.)

Speaking of wind, various characters have emerged from that abandoned cellar into a Maine December wind, soaked to the skin with seawater that should _not_ have been present. Not saying who is present or accounted for, not saying where they might find life-saving warmth. Nearly finished. Happily ever after? Like one of my reviews said, I don't do that one much.