I'm glad it is the weekend. I have the porch door open. It's a little chilly, but I have the wood fire going too. That's crazy, I know, but I need the open air and the sound of birds. Usually at this time in May we're experiencing at least some near summer-like weather. I just long for some consistent warmth. At least we are able to ride in the woods most places. Jack and I saw bear tracks on our trail the last time we were out. I have to say it was quite interesting, the pads of the feet and the nail marks digging into the mud, to know that it had walked right where we were.