Run, run, run, do, do, do

Today was a day spent getting ready to travel to Michigan for a funeral. 

Picking up a son's dress uniform and taking it to the tailor for a change of rank, choosing clothes, laundering clothes, running to the bank, taking out the garbage so as not to come home to a really stinky place...

But it started at the river.  A little bit of fog, a raft of ducks and me.  Quiet.  Peaceful.  Beautiful.

And with a new huge, gaping hole where the Sterling once stood.