Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Life is Good, mostly. That is, life is as good as I set out my mind to perceive it to be. Early October is beautiful in Michigan. The autumn schedule is hurried and still new, but by this time there is a feint pattern emerging. Open ended hopefulness is kinder than a hard march to the demanding calendar of November. I can still steal a moment of reading on the front porch with a breeze.
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