The mossy path on which we walked when the rain stopped. Earl turned out to be the redneck hurricane lost at sea. He was supposed to drag a cold front in with him, but it's still sticky around here, probably because he got too drunk to show up for the party thrown in his honor. Well, here's to hoping the Sweet has stayed dry during her interlude in the woods prior to the real work of college. I went running today for the first time in a while (now that the balky back is better) and, man, did it feel good to work up a sweat. Cleansing is how it felt, even though I probably smelled like a locker room. Nothing that a cool breeze wouldn't cure, but, as I alluded to yesterday, stacking all of our outdoor furniture in the garage was a guarantee that the winds would not blow.