Fifty-one degrees and drizzly—basically spring's way of saying "not yet, buddy." Golden hour hits at 6:40pm if you can survive that long, and yes, the ferry alerts are out there like seagulls at a picnic (11 of them, because apparently one alert is never enough). Grab your coffee now, because grief support and gig economy workshops are happening at 10am, and you'll need the caffeine either way. Tonight's got volleyball, futsal, and ballet if you're ready to move past this morning's existential dread—or just power through to happy hour.