It was cold today.

I wore socks.

And big shoes.

And a sweater over my summer dress.

I forgot to charge my camera batteries.

But the sky was steel grey.

All day.

On my work break, I was the only one drinking coffee outside.

I went to the market to buy strawberries.

The baker at the market had potato bread.

Her potato bread is Adam’s favorite.

I only had five dollars.

I’ll get strawberries another day.

There is iced tea in the fridge, but I want something warm.

In the morning when the sun is new, and the hot air still feels a little fresh, I like to make my way to the kitchen and put the kettle on.

The house was dark and quiet with just one lamp lit and the sound of the fan and the cars outside, and I was a little frightened reading a scary part of Harry Potter.

I like drive-ins.

I could call it cravings, but I know better.

T. is a small Cuban man with a ponytail.

On my sidebar, I recently linked an excellent article from the New York Times on the sustainability of fish eating.

Hi, friends!

It seems you haven’t been able to comment for a while.

It’s a boy.

It was cold, and our little rented cabin in Door County was filled with friends whose camping adventures had been rained out.