A little on the cool side this morning. Temperature 39 with 84 percent RH. Low, threatening clouds in the southwest. With just a slight breeze blowing at the beginning, it felt downright cold. I was glad I decided to wear gloves. A little bit achy and tired the first mile, but felt better as the run progressed. Running through Highland Glen Park I caught the scent of something so fresh and sweet that it almost took my breath away. It would have been worth getting up early just for that moment. There was a fine mist coming off the pond and two deer further down the trail just watching me closely to see if I posed any kind of a threat. For some reason this morning (maybe it had something to do with the weather) I thought about how I'd like to re-read some of Dostoevsky's novels. I read nearly everything he wrote in my late teens and early twenties and later re-read most of them in the German translation (maybe now I need to try them in Russian). His books certainly rank among the greatest works of fiction in any age. | 