Good afternoon, all.

A quiet weekend—one of my sisters, her husband, and my nephew came over today. While the rest of the adults talked downstairs, I brought my nephew upstairs to watch what I described as "bad racing." What did we watch last time, I asked him: "bad golf" he said.

High winds coming in this evening and lasting about a day. We have the hatches reasonably battened down, but I have concerns with how well our local trains will handle it—they have that high-tech PRR electrification from 100 years ago.