A cold front arrived yesterday uneventfully.  There was a stillness and fog at dawn.  Anne and I (Chuck) worked up a cleansing sweat jogging around Brant Point Circle.  We greeted and chatted with a dozen or so couples and singles walking dogs or themselves along the course.  Usually, in consequence of this being a "senior community," we are the only ones actually running. 

Mom and Dad went off to church as we made our constitutional and returned for a second breakfast.  We worked on chores and then Anne made lunch for all of us.  The sky cleared in the afternoon when the breeze returned.  The sunshine pushed through and, when the temperature reached into the 70's, Anne encouraged Mom and Dad to take the opportunity to swim in the pool.  I regreted not going with them but stayed studying the literature of peculiar south Florida trees. 

Anne and I shopped for groceries and returned to prepare food.  She put together a wonderful quiche for supper while I measured, chopped, and mixed ingredients for granola which I baked after we had eaten.  By then the air was definiately cooling, but the oven added warmth and the fragrance of pecan, wheat germ, and coconut to the apartment. 

Dad dwells on the news too much.  This week some whacko shot a Congresswoman and others out west somewhere and the newsmen have devoted most of their attention to useless speculation on this incident.  Ironically they will have lost all interest in a few weeks when something is actually known about the matter.  When the news ended, the game shows began.  Vanna spun the wheel of fortune,  Anne quilted, and I took care of the mail.  We watched a TV show, NCIS, by ourselves in the study from 9-10.    Mom and Dad would find it puzzling.  They instead glanced at an old movie comedy before retiring.  

They had already closed the patio door to stop the firm breeze that had come around to that direction.  Turning on the dishwasher, which fills rapidly from the many mini-meals, we went to bed.  This morning Anne's I-pod told us that the temperature was 43 degrees so we slipped on long sleeves for our run.  Fewer people were making loops this morning, and the gulls, cormorants, and a single eagle worked hard to maintain their courses through the strong northeast wind that shook the palm trees.

Today we plan to take Mom and Dad to a nursery that has advertised an orchid and bromilead sale and then to the Dixie Grocery Liquidator discount grocery store near Bonita Springs.    We are all in need of an afternoon adventure!  Bocce starts tomorrow, I believe.  We will root for Mom and Dad's teams.  On Friday, Mark and Mary Helen arrive for the weekend.  The weather will be moderating, so they should have a good one.  Rumor has it another snowstorm is heading their way.  We look forward to welcoming them to the land of mild winters.