In contrast to yesterday's 9500 steps by day's end, today was peak couch potatodom. Rain, of course, and even when it stopped I didn't trust it to stay stopped, nor did I feel like stopping to clean the rollator's wheels, every ten feet, of sticky seedlings and magnolia petals and all. (Magnolias are lovely, but then they fall and rot squashily on the sidewalk and even when they dry out they don't  blow away as even the messy maple seedlings do, but somehow decompose into the concrete.)

So I watched the wind and rain strip the blossoms off the cherry tree, very mono no aware. Noted also the healthy crop of dandelions on NND's lawn. SND and her Good Neighbour both had their backyard hammocks out, under the spreading boughs of GN's cherry. Both got wet, of course.

But yesterday, returning from an evening shop, I encountered GN and his SO out with their cats-- last winter's not-a-raccoon-- with the cats on leashes that they hope the cats will get accustomed to. Because of course the cats love to be outdoors and of course, between feline viruses, teritorial raccoons, territorial skunks, and the occasional coyote, they mustn't be.