Downstream fog is lifting . . .
Over the stone bridge and around my exercise loop . . . then past Frank Lloyd Wright's house.
The river is back to normal levels, with good flow.
The kayaks will be out this weekend . . .
McQuillen Place construction seems slow, but they say they're on schedule. A worker was on the boom early this morning . . . time for a cafe' . . . .
I sit with the bankers and financial wizards of our fine city. I get the el cheapo $1.38 coffee-of-the-day (black, no room for cream) then I sneak in some half & half anyway . . . and talk politics, city history, and what I did last night when they were probably all in bed by 9:30 . . . . I don't buy any coffee that's from Africa, because I heard they exploit children really bad over there . . . all over coffee beans. Fuck those dudes.