Black holes and black squirrels.

The photo is of a squirrel who was playing (or chasing) another squirrel around the tree. I thought, in the early morning light) it was a black squirrel, which we've discussed in the past. On closer inspection I realized it was of the gray persuasion. The black squirrel had disappeared into a black hole and we were left with the gray. Which incidentally is the name of one type of inter-terrestrial creature. The significance of which escapes me. Whatever happened to the squirrel, they are fast little buggers.
The airport was reporting the temperature to be 58 degrees just before my walk this morning. I swear it felt 20 degrees colder. But the pace of my vigorous stumble warmed me a little bit. But the feel of autumn is in the air.
Brother Bob lent me a book written by Carl Sagan. One more book to read as an obstacle to my Hawaiian adventure. The book by Leonard Susskind continues to hold my interest. Why do such tiny things intrigue me so? That's the question of the day.
Unanswerable question are clear indicators that we're all on this flight together.

Dick