There just wasn't an awful lot going on today, which was consumed by a very busy end of the week work wrap-up. Sometimes it's just like that: not much new to discover and document, and precious little time to venture farther and longer afield in search of incognita. About the only bit of the unusual to report was the forecast, which actually called for genuine winter weather to arrive overnight. As I headed out under bright sun but chilly temperatures on yet another fast-paced cardio trek, I wasn't sure I believed the prognostication. When I stopped briefly at the local waterfowl hang-out to scan the populace, a very friendly young Holstein came close and eyed me. I'm not sure what the milker-to-be had in mind, but when it came to the forecast, I suspect my inquisitor  didn't want to believe the seers either.