Today

Warm as it has been in Asheville,
The littlest birds are singing in the trees and it smells sweet in this room.

Coffee. Reports. Industry news. Writing, researching, reading. Learning. Here's me studying at the Biltmore Estate yesterday:Andy said that I should have been studying instead of taking photos of myself. In other ones with the sun in my eyes, he said that I looked distressed.


He's is in the hospital treating a kid who needs crowns on every tooth. Every single one.

Noon and I'm at the computer. Here are some kids who don't need crowns:

Picture of an afternoon.

It is raining outside and is cozy inside. I was just listening to Cat Stevens (or Yusef Islam) singing Father and Son and not writing a short essay about China's revaluation of the Yuan.

Charlie used to listen to this when he was a little boy; it makes him cry sometimes. I cry about it too, sometimes.

Now I should get to writing.

Flowing through candy hearts.

I'm in a coffeeshop, reading about water privatization in California and aggregate supply and demand. I am going to go climbing and then see Andy and the boys for some dinner and maybe a beer.

Life is full and complicated.

What does love look like to you, dear readers?