No trouble staying up to watch the end of the baseball game last night. Gale force winds made such a racket I didn't even get much sleep when I finally went up to bed at 1. Calm and clear this morning but chilly with a possible freeze forecast for tonight. Time to wrangle my big pot of rosemary back into the house.

I was hoping the Rockies would win their first home game; I always despair to see the season come to an end regardless of the outcome.

By the time I got to the farmers' market yesterday things were winding down but the grower from whom I buy my quince put me onto another seller who still had some and I came home with another half-bushel. I've told Jim that if he really wants the quince he's gonna have to help because this much peeling would just be too hard on my hand.

After the market I stopped at Biscotti Cafe and picked up a couple of cappuccinos, some pumpkin cannoli and a couple of eclairs before going on to the hospital. My aunt looks great and seems to be making much better progress now; it really is amazing how no more than seventy of her eighty-two years shows on her face. The daughter of one her friends was also visiting so she, my cousin, my aunt and I shared the cannoli.

I ended up guessing on a lot of my food diary entries yesterday but I think it was still a better week than the past several.