Memorial Day was sunshine and rain--a picnic with friends in SB. Sunday overnight with Lynne-beautful hospitality. Greg and K., stranded on their way home from Canada last night, are searching for a dealer today to fix the car. They are three hours away from here and I'm crazy for them to get home. Back to work today--life suddenly speeds up. And me, I'm siezed with a sudden desire to journal, to pour everything I have on paper. So I'm off to find my little notebook and see what takes shape on the page.