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Friday. After breakfast (in the kitchen, because no sun pokes through this morning, not yet, not this early) ... I work at home. When...

Ed asked me a day or so ago -- what is that? What? You know, what you say… Oh, you mean Geeze Louise? Yes, exactly. It's just so appr...

I love this about Ed: he has never asked me why I blog. Nor has he asked me why I travel to Europe so often, or why I eat oatmeal with fruit...

It was the kind of day where you just see no point in taking a camera out. Wet, drizzly, cold. With an occasional snowflake -- but the sort ...

Several yoga classes back, toward the end of the hour, the yoga instructor came over to where I was doing the final savasana -- a relaxatio...

I'm getting terribly spoiled: I take yet another day, granted, a Sunday, but still a day off. Schoolwork can wait until tomorrow. We w...

This morning, we woke to a brief burst of snowflakes. Nothing memorable. You would have to use a spyglass to locate traces of it, but still,...

I don't know about you, but my 'normal' varies. A summer normal is not a spring normal is not an autumn normal is not a Decembe...

I had to go easy on Isis this night. In my most difficult week, he had stayed low. Often, he'd avoid the farmhouse. As if he knew that I...