book, "What a welcome retreat for my weary soul
to escape from the never-ending conga line of hurricanes that keep hurling toward Florida."
And then I come home to... another hurricane. Sheesh. At least this one for me isn't going to be bad. Rita's belching up by me, not blowing wind.
Aspens were just starting to turn. The photo of me clutching my alpha smart is by Lily Lake, a quiet, peaceful lake off Route 7.