Good morning or good evening, wherever you may be. It has just passed 1:00 a.m. in "The City."

With a current low temperature of 44° that feels like 40°, that's as low as it will get this morning. Later today, we'll rise to 62° on a mostly cloudy fall day. Saturday, there is a 70% chance of rain with windy conditions and sustained winds of about 20 mph. I think it may be time later today to do as Mike, our neighbor, suggested and blow some of the leaves out to the street for dispersal to parts known and unknown.

Speaking of leaves, Mary and I tackled them yet again yesterday and two more bags resulted. There are more where those came from, but we are holding our own.

Otherwise not much was happening. We took the morning walk with STWD and picked up the newspaper. Since we let the intrepid weather dog choose the route, we headed in the direction of Health Hutt where Mary stopped on our way back.

Sugar and I made it home and then the blowing and raking began. While two bags might not seem like much, in their wild state on the PE, they were quite voluminous until packed tightly into the bags.

We ended the day with a trip to the Post to see Sally, Cheryl, and a few others.

Today, more chances to play with the girls, read, make apple sauce, and kick back. I am currently reading a non-fiction book entitled The Wolf in the Parlor, the Internal Connection Between Humans and Dogs, by Jon Franklin. Mary picked this book up for me on a trip to the library a few days ago, because she thought I would like it. I do. It was published in 2009, so it isn't new, but still a good read.

Naturally, STWD will want to walk later today, and Mary will be chatting this afternoon with her colleagues and working on my latest hat in MSU Spartan colors. I'll be holding down the recliner to make sure it doesn't get away. Before that I will get that felt attached to the card table.

The sun will rise at 8:07 a.m. and set at 6:49 p.m., giving way to a Waxing Gibbous moon. Ciao.