It's 47 degrees this morning, and has been raining for hours. We sleep with the windows open, and the sound of the drops falling through the blue spruce and northern birch trees right outside made a lullaby that was hard to resist.
Yesterday's outing to the local renaissance fair was a bit disappointing. The participants just about outnumbered the visitors. It's probably due to the weather ... at least, that's what I kept telling myself: cool, cloudy, and humid. Having spent many years attending buckskinner rendezvous, I felt for the participants. Ah well, they probably have a great time just getting into the leather, chain mail, armor, etc. I always enjoyed the historical reenactment, sitting around the campfire for a weekend, and the conversation with like-minded folk.
I was planning to replace a headlight assembly on Younger Daughter's car; the original is yellowed and cloudy, and there's a nice shiny new one in a box on my workbench. But the rain has me second-guessing that particular outdoor activity. If the rain lets up, then we'll reassess a number of plans for the day.
But right now, another cup of coffee sounds like a good idea.
Y'all have a great day, and thanks for stopping by.