My neighbor made the globe out of colored bits of glass as a memorial for her cat, "Spanky."
I wanted to take a picture of a woman jogging, but did not. Iffy for amateurs like me to photograph strangers without asking permission. She was moving so quickly there wasn't time.
Now home; oven lit to take the chill off. Tomorrow night I'll be leaving for South Beach; where, I'm told, the ocean is hot as coffee. Not that I mind this cool--for walking. It's too cold to ride the waves.