Red sky at morning

Air temperature 43 F, wind southwest about 3 mph, cloudy. Chance of meatballs later, I guess -- rain forecast on our usual foraging schedule. Social and political exile continues.

Bike ride notes (added)

Forgot to mention that I heard wood frogs quacking at several points on the ride yesterday. And yes, I mean frogs rather than ducks.

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Russian troops seemed to have learned at least one barbarian rule -- first you pillage, then you burn.

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Scilla blooming in the neighborhood walk zone, including one patch dense enough to look like a puddle reflecting blue sky.