Air temperature 51 F, wind northwest about 6 mph, cloudy. May substitute a walk for the morning bike ride. Part of the long slow slide into darkness. Meanwhile, "Milton" seems to be planning to write "Paradise Destroyed" across Florida.
Errand downtown to the farmers market resulted in a gallon of fresh cider in our refrigerator. Back in olden days, that would have required driving out to the orchard and back. Which was a scenic autumn drive, no doubt, but somewhat profligate.
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