I am very tired, but today was a good day. Absurdly warm for november, the afternoon lit by that golden slanting sun that i love so much. I feel am waking from a long sleep...

wait!

That's supposed to be spring-

and i can see my shadow- that's not right....

I'd best get back in my little burrow....

Which, in this case was found in the medieval silence of Rutherford, in a little cubicle, shutting out all but a small pile of books.