A nice day for a walk along the beach. Clear skies, few high clouds, slight breeze. Listening to Phil Collins and Fleetwood Mac. Now if I just had a beach to walk along.... Had to contend myself with looking at the fiery leaves on the sumacs, spanish oaks and bradford pears.

I needed that walk because I hadn't been in forever and because I'd dreamed of Lori last night. She was in the emergency room. I could feel her hand give mine a squeeze as she lost consciousness.