Graham running down to the lake

In the summertime Graham often runs down to the lake to see who's there. In the autumn the habit has continued, even when there's no one there. It is very sweet to see him goofily hurdling down the hill after we get back to the house (today after his first foray onto the interstate as part of a full 1.75 hours of driving, then some Mexican food up in Hillsborough, punctuated by a lengthy discussion of negative interest rates and how they are supposed to ripple across capital markets and incent behavior). Then we raked and got a Christmas tree. A good day.