Light mist, enough to justify a jacket but not enough to get me wet. Met up with Ms. Sasha, did our ritual of a greeting on the neighbor's walk and then stroll around the corner to her own front steps for further workout. Lilacs are starting to bloom, no aroma yet. Catbird twerdling from the top of our crab-apple when I got back, but I had just heard a full professional oratorio from a mocker so the catbird did not impress. But then, I'm not his audience.