hot and cold

I've returned from the balmy bosom of a Nashville southern summer to the arctic death grip of a foggy San Francisco. OMFG it's so cold here I am been sleeping in flannel pajamas, and once when I got up in the middle of the night this week I thought I should turn on the Christmas lights and it took me a moment to realize it wasn't December. Brrr.

The Nashville week was intense, full of tumultuous emotion, some raw grieving, some visceral celebration, and a lot of ridiculously happy fun times.



But I am glad to be back. And this stone isn't going to grind itself.

I am looking forward to posting reports when I have the chance.

Love to you all. Well, most of you. Some of you can suck it. But mostly: love.