Saturday it was about as full a boat as I've seen in a while: my sister of course, and Dave and Roseanne, and David, and myself. October can get pretty chilly, what with the wind whipping off the lake, but despite the cold, October sailing is delightful, because you have the wind whipping off the lake. So although we were sailing to nowhere in particular, we were getting there fast, at five, six knots or better. For sailing, this is easily the best time of the year. And the company couldn't hardly be improved upon either, and when David missed the dock and fell into the lake, we all had a good laugh- even David (who I think was a little bit intoxicated (Old Alt never stints on hospitality)).

Sunday, we took a sunrise cruise, joined by Rich Craft. I don't get to go sailing with Rich as much as I'd like- he really is the ideal boat-mate- and the winds were again perfect. But we had to get back to the dock so Myfanwi could drive to New York and be home at a reasonable hour. Myfanwi left. I took down the mast in the afternoon, effectively ending the sailing season- this is by far the worst time of the year. I always hate this time of year. I broke a tooth at breakfast. The mechanics told me that I need new rotors as well as brake pads. Everything always goes wrong this time of year. I think I'm going to be late to work today.

You know how I told you my Dad suffered a stroke? Well turns out I was wrong. Turns out the doctors were all wrong.

Turns out my Dad has a brain tumour instead.