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When Ed suggests a game and a dinner for tonight (UW women's volleyball --  free tickets, but still...) -- I say sure! The day is start...

We almost didn't go. Sure, the sun eventually broke through the clouds -- not forcefully, but daintily, enough to add that layer of gol...

It's hard not to see a day sometimes as a rerun of another. A repetition of acts taken, meals eaten -- yes, the beloved breakfast... ...

It's raining work hours on me today. We wanted to do an early run for apples this morning (to the nearby orchard). Didn't do it. I...

How windy is it, you ask? ...So windy that the bedside window, opened just a half inch, lets in gusts strong enough to make me yank the q...

Within the usual, a dose of the unusual. Misty morning. Cold. Faintly sunny for once. Later in the morning: so bright! You still t...

Well, if Ed thought that I ought huff and puff more to feel on top of the world -- he surely had his way with me today. We can't do m...

The threat of rain continues. Isis stays put. But I don't want to go outside! -- is written all over his face. When he thinks (incorre...

When you live in the country, your attitude toward rain is different. In the city, you take out the umbrella and forge ahead. Here, at the ...

I watched with great fascination this video clip (in the New York Times today). Titled "The Warsaw Way," it depicts the freewhee...

My commenters, here and via email, took Ed's position: want to breathe calmly? Go out for a brisk walk in a forest. Go back to yoga. Fo...