Yesterday, our last day at the beach, was foggy, so we bundled up in blankets and watched The Day After Tomorrow, a feel-good movie in which 3 billion people die, as Roger Howe describes it. We had Magnani’s chicken for dinner, dressed with salt, tarragon, and cumin and then mesquite-barbecued. Today we packed up and drove over to Rick and Tweety’s. Work is settling in again: the Institute space in Gould-Simpson is not yet ready, I still have to figure out what I’m going to say about educating teachers to an African-American audience, and Wiley is breathing down my neck about the Algebra book. I bought a pair of Leica binoculars to replace the ones we lost, an unsolved mystery.