Deceptive, Mother Nature was. Friday's day-time was about 60 followed by a wintry mix of light rain at 38. Running for cover at 7pm, jacket-less and shivering, I knew that I had been 'had.' This weekend I'll take no chances and have assembled an array of wool sweaters in every color (to match my changing mood), and all the over-coats stand at ready. I'm patiently waiting for 'Secrecy' by my 2nd favorite British writer--Rupert Thomson--to hit the bookstands, and then I'll stay buried in its pages, only surfacing for a late supper. His narrative is spellbinding, disturbing, and unforgettable; and I expect nothing more than the same from Mr Thomson whose previous books are a must-read!! Happy Saturday to all . . .