At the sandpit at 7:30 am—only time operators are available to drop a bucket-full into my truck.

The sand is deep, ready for boxers.

And new porch screen doors have been installed, to deter inquisitive squirrels.

Mostly cloudy and very cool. (I found it a nice change.) Very windy, too, and the marina jam packed with mariners, some at least, of questionable maritime ability (I helped one of them come in).