The weather was dreary here in the woodlands of Lower Alabama.

After about 6 hours of working on my diary, my eyes were crossing so Philip and I took a break and drove into Mobile, did some shopping and ate at the American Cafe (which still hasn't lived-up to that first wonderful experience we had there last year... they must have new, less-capable management).

The rest of the evening we relaxed at home. I tried not to let my thoughts dwell too much on Denny's death.