Three lively youngsters, feeling the spring, racing around the back yards, Running right for Pax, who, but for his bad leg, would have intercepted them. They lucked out with Pax, but probably won't be so fortunate with the feral cats.

Warm and humid, with lots of cumulus, but no nimbus. Morning fog.
To a meeting regarding a new grocery store in Whitewater, and then out to dinner with the Johns' at the Second Salem brew pub. The food was good, but by the time we were wrapping things up we had to converse in sign language due to the extreme volume. It being trivia night, the place was filling with a college crowd, and they apparently are mostly deaf.