This has been one of the most gorgeous autumns of my life. If this fall could only last right up until Christmas Eve. . . ! I just don't want it to end. My throat was sore all day yesterday, and I finally gave up after supper and just went to bed early--dishes unwashed, and even left on the table--thinking I'd wake from my nap a few hours later, clean up, then go to bed "for real." My nap was more than "real" enough, though: Mike woke me up this morning to tell me he was leaving for work and to have a good day. Work? Day? I was still in yesterday's outfit when he woke me a couple hours ago. Tuesday is beginning, then, with dish-washing and wits-gathering but without a sore throat, and for someone who is seemingly always coming down with something or recovering from something, that is no small blessing. And if I have to pack of a thermos of hot tea for my walk this afternoon, I will do it: The world is sunny and glittering outside again today, and I don't want to miss it. But dishes first.