i love my family. We are all sick. We tried to reengage life today, and all went to work/school, and are consequently exhausted. I'm listening to Sufjan Stevens (John and Johanna burned us 'Greeting from Michigan' the day we drove from their place in Chicago to Hell, Michigan, which we didn't find), who just sang 'I live in America'. It is so very strange to me that in 43 days I won't live in America any more. How can one live any where other than America? (Substitute the country you've been living in 9+ years and you'll know what I mean!) I am reading John Irving's 'Widow for a Year', and am utterly absorbed. These pics are from earlier in October, when we were healthy and the sun shone. We're having magnificent fall fogs now, and the horse chestnut tree in our back garden awakens me each morn, Lothlorien yellow!
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