I really meant to go to bed, folks. I took out my scrunchie and was turning to lay down when something caught my eye. Yep, a butterfly. Another one of those pesky Black Swallowtails decided to emerge. I'm not sure what it is about my cool, dimly lit room that makes them think, "Spring has arrived!" We are supposed to come close or possibly break the record high tomorrow of 85 degrees. Maybe it was listening to the weather? Or maybe I should just keep blaming El Nino. This is super weird.
