There was a regular gang this morning, 3/4 of us (Pam works at home) on our bikes this morning. About half way to the train station Sparky was chased by a skinny medium sized dog named Sparky. :-D His owner was standing on her stoop yelling at him.

Over someone's shoulder on the train: "Chapter 1 - Some thoughts on the power of focused principled hatred." Oh my.

The yellow light inside the train, and the blue light from the storm clouds outside the train was lovely. Everything outside looked a bit evil and ghostly.