It looked like I might be able to get in a walk this afternoon before the serious rain began, and I thought I'd like to scout the area north of Summit for leftover pumpkin faces. As luck would have it there was just a hint of a mist when I took my adventurous bones north towards Grand. The rain held off until I'd reached a point so far from home that I was about to turn and return to the shelter of home. Then it came down and continued for the 15 or so blocks that I needed to traverse before reaching adequate shelter. I'm home now, without any decent pumpkin face photos and with wet shoes. Sometimes you win and sometimes not so much.
But I did get one photo that at least indicates the kind of day it was. Dark and damp. I stopped near Victoria Crossing in the shelter of an overhang and took the defining photo for the day.
Tennis on Saturday: 6-4, 6-3, 2-2.