there are probably two dozen books waiting for me to read them. i need to just settle down. but we haven't fired the wood stove up and there are always a hundred things to do. (tonight i am completely the chauffeur for a pack of girls.)

in the mornings, greg and i get up in the dark and walk. it's cold and the leaves rustle and i'm always sorry i can't see them--this is it. these leaves will be memory in a couple of weeks. if i'm walking at mid-day, i want to pick them up and carry them around with me. autumn in my pocket. it's too short, this season.

i made a phone call tonight. i've made the decision--it's time to start the licensing process for ministry.