The ferry situation has more alerts than a hypochondriac's medicine cabinet, but hey—at least you've got 12+ hours of daylight to contemplate your commute over a strong coffee. Fifty-one degrees and a light drizzle means layers and lower expectations, though golden hour at 6:42pm promises some decent light if you need an excuse to hit happy hour with a view. Tonight: choose your poison—drumming, zumba, tap dancing, or the soothing embrace of chair yoga (no judgment, we're all just trying to survive Thursday).