The fields, the furrows, the city. Gingerbread for one, and knitting something russet-colored and garter-furrowed. I fixed up all the quilt sashing, and put things back together. Today it will get its layer of wool, and then I will be warmer. Pale pink goes on back, with inky, midnight blue ties. The binding is mouse-gray weensy-gingham, the color between gray and brown. I sprayed some herbal concoction onto the back of my throat last night and told Andy it tasted like licking the wall of a shed. Disgusting at best. Must mean it works. Looking through all of the photos I took on the train. They are stamped with latitude and longitude information, so I know exactly where each one was taken. There are hundreds of them. I am printing them out. I want to see where we went. Gave up on Middlemarch. Andy's got a very charming and well-behaved little fire going here. Dog is prancing frantically in place, anxious for her park jaunt. Sweet schedule this week — Andy hanging around home on a Tuesday. So nice.
They have pear-cinnamon cider at Trader Joe's. I never go there but I read about it. Field trip!