Not too much on the dream front today. I had a kind of ghost story dream, but all I really recall about it is that it took place in a spooky cabin in the woods and the ghost was my old Great-Uncle Olaf (or possibly Great-Uncle Conrad).
The cabin was in the woods. It was night. The pine trees rocked in the wind. And a ghost lived in the cabin -- a scary ghost who didn't like people much.
In the weather department, it's almost 80 F here. As long as it's not 85 before June I'll be happy.