September 7, 2003
Twilight on the porch. It is one of the things I like best about this House. A glass of libation in my hand (Mondavi Fume Blanc, a last taste of summer), Echoes playing on the stereo, I spend an hour on the phone keeping in touch with people. After a day trying to be productive it is a very nice reward. It could be better if I could knit all the while, but I have not figured out how to do that with the splint. As the sun shine in fades into cool evening but I remember again last weekend.