weather: Cold snap. They are calling for snow on the weekend, but it is probably too early to tell.
bookmarked: The Chocolate War and lots of political commentary (studying up for the upcoming election). I know exactly who I'm voting for in senate, house, judge, and sheriff, but I'm not so sure about the rest. And why the heck is there no good guide anywhere to local measures that will be voted for my district? Or for North Carolina at all?? I can't even find out what they are let along any pros and cons for them. Arg. I miss Oregon and their extremely well organized votes and voter's guides.
writing focus: Emails.
observation: The way the clouds creep up the mountains and then spill over into the valleys.
news notes: I was really saddened by the news of Senator Wellstone's death. He was one of the most liberal (and most sincere, and active) senators there were. And he really stood behind what he said. I hope the person chosen to run in his place is a worthy replacement.
cooking: Nice warm delicious chili.
random: Thank you for all of the suggestions on the ring problem, everyone. I've decided that I'm going to try the nail polish tactic first, and, if that doesn't work, perhaps more drastic measures.
"So, there I was, plodding determinedly along the Brendon road in the general direction of Parsonage Farm and the town cemetery, dipping my head so the glare of oncoming traffic didn't blind me when one of those huge, ginormous trucks came up behind me and stopped right by my side. Alarming. Like jumbo jets, these trucks seem somehow to operate on a scale that's too large for normal human beings, dark, blocky, and with lights on each corner and along the lines of the beast to define its shape against the dark sky. When the driver jumped down from his cab, came round the front of the monster and approached me, I was, I confess it, somewhat discomfited. Well, you hear such stories, don't you?"
~ John in this entry of Journal of a Writing Man.
"There I am, sitting on the floor of my living room watching this, surrounded by my 'keep' pile, my 'throw away' pile, and my 'garage sale' pile, and tears start streaming down my face."
~ Liosha in this entry of her diary.
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