Bill came here today. It was the one year anniversary of Paul's death and his ashes were spread at the Headlands. We were supposed to have lunch and Bill was supposed to be here at 11. As I was getting dressed after my shower at about 10:15, I looked across the parking lot to see if there was someone out there to gage how many layers to wear and I saw Bill coming toward the house. He came in, then decided to go to the beach while I finished getting dressed. So I sat down and worked on a model for a couple of hours. I heard something hit the building like a squirrel is dropping a nut then another. Then something hard hits the window almost hard enough to break it, so I get up to see what's going on. It is Bill of course, who seems to have some aversion to knocking on the door. I remind him this is a historic building but he tells me that the rocks are historic too.