I promise you that

most of the people living in NYC don't have a clue that it is blowing madly out there, unless they are out in it. Living here I get to HEAR the wind full force. It sounds sometimes like a hurricane, though I know it is really only 3o or so miles per hour.

On the eleven o'clock walk with Sienna it was more like being blown up the hill and then having to fight our way back down. She, of course, loved every minute of it. The colder the better as far as she is concerned.

Late afternoon bridge shots. At the risk of boring those of you still with me, I have to say I am a bridge junkie, so here it was at about 4 pm today...