Korean yoga, moldy candy, fall

Now I'm at the library with the big gallery while Ming does Korean yoga.  I'm in the mega-lobby with a bunch of other people--their voices, the sound of their footsteps.  It's echo-y.  An old man math tutors a little girl.

I was eating some sesame candy this afternoon and looked down at my hand and saw the candy was molding.  I dropped it and it broke on the floor.  "Is eating moldy candy going to make me sick?" I asked Ming.  "What is mold?" I asked.  "Is it a fungus?"

Today's high is 73.  I'm stoked on fall.