Damp

Rain overnight, still gray but not raining this morning.  I _may_ get out for a bike ride if the roads dry off enough -- Visitors don't seem in any hurry to Have Plans.

"Showers" occupy the weather forecasts for the forecastable future.

Thursday roadkill report

One measly flat chipmunk for fifteen miles of riding.  I expect more from the world. 

(Actually, I expected the road to be plastered with frogs, after a report from Kristen down in Town Hill that she had driven through throngs of them last night.  The Night of the Hopping Dead or some such -- this happens regularly with warm weather and a wet night, frogs migrating across the pavement and large numbers failing to make the other side...)

Roads almost dried off, so I hopped on the bike and did my weekday route.  Sumac now blooming, larger quantities of brown-eyed daisies, spreading expanses of that damned purple weed.  I'm willing to believe that it would survive nuclear war or an asteroid-class impact.

15.31 miles, 1:03:40