Abby didn’t feel much like going to work today, and with rain and wind waking me up two hours before my alarm, neither did I.

Rain is forecast through the entire weekend, accompanied by a cold front. There are few things in the world colder than cold rain. Even snow seems warmer and more inviting somehow.

I encouraged Abby to go home at midday if she wasn’t able to work the entire day. Her recovery from last month’s serious illness is still coming in fits and starts, and she is still weak.

This is winter’s last breath. Spring is coming.