Monday afternoon notes:
We are having a complete HVAC redo at our townhouse. We're getting a newer, larger condenser/compressor whateverthehellyoucallit, getting the vents and coils and wiring redone, the whole works. It's gonna take all week, but this way we can guarantee that no matter what the weather, our chinchillas will live in marvelous, reliable, cool comfort.
We did one of my favorite runs yesterday, from Hahamongna Park out to the Switzer camp ground in the Angeles Forest; I broke it off a bit short but it was still a solid 17 miler. The leaves were glorious. Next to my wife's voice and a chinchilla's loving click of pleasure, my favorite sound in the world is the sound of autumn leaves beneath my feet as I race along a single-track trail beneath a canopy of trees.
It was a lousy weekend in sports. My beloved Golden Bears were, alas, upset by Arizona. My Carmel High Padres lost their annual rivalry game to Pacific Grove -- again. Two local high school rivalries I follow (Pasadena vs. John Muir and Hoover vs. Glendale) were both played, and neither went my way. Last week's election wins softened the blow somewhat, but I'm greedy enough to long for undefeated Novembers at both the ballot box and the gridiron.
Let me heartily recommend this post from Stephen Frug: God and the Masculine Pronoun.
Christmas is coming. I know this because this weekend, I saw the first bleachers for the January 1 Rose Parade erected; this is always the local indicator that the season is at last upon us. As for so many of us, it is my happiest time of year.