October

It's definitely feeling like October here. The Santa Ana winds are beginning their dry way across Southern California, our wildfires are igniting, and my hands feel like desiccated paper, left in the sun for years. 'Member, how I was hoping that October would be better than September?

Um, not so much.

Family stuff is afoot, and badness abounds. I really won't get into it all here, because the badness affects me only periferally, so I don't think it's my business to publically discuss it. Let's just say I am getting an education about what Medicare will and will not pay for. Death, they'll cover. Living, it seems... Well, not so much.

In any case, I have some pictures to post. Here's the sunrise on Wednesday, from my bathroom window:



I love my little peek of the first rays in the morning. It reminds me of being a young insomniac, catching dawn from the other side of night.

I also finished my baby sweater:





I did actually mess up the pattern of stitches, as it was supposed to be more regular, but I kind of like how it came out- like coral or something, maybe a wild Celtic knot, unbound.

Finally, our neighbor's kid knocked down our tree:





It sounds worse than it was: our tree has been dead since we moved here in 2003, so I think it was just time.

Oh, my. I am so tired. I am actually going to bed at 9:30 PM on a Friday. I am so old.