When I took the trash out, I encountered the middle schooler who lives upstairs and a few of her friends, doing something with a display rack and a scooter in the parking space behind the house. They had spread some dried leaves for traction, and cheerfully (if not actually helpfully) urged me not to fall down as I was walking past.

I asked if they'd be there a little while, and they said yes, so we will wait to take out more recycling or move the trash cans forward.

Either that girl, or her mother or brother, has cleared all the snow off the sidewalk in front of our house. Unfortunately, the people who live on either side of us haven't, so I decided not to go for a walk.

I grabbed the mail on my way in, and found a sweet card from rysmiel, with a print of a blue tile, showing a sailing ship.