We woke this morning to fog, which I find still to be the most mysterious of weather events. Everything you can see has a soft blended edge, and time seems to slow down.
I am determined to organize and clear out my home office today, so that I might begin to imagine the next exciting stage of my life. I've put off making a decision about lengthening the "Art of Renovation" book manuscript until I sort through the papers I've kept related to that venture.
I'm reading Thomas Friedman's new book, "Hot, Flat, and Crowded" and it has tickled some parts of my mind that I haven't used for awhile.