Late

Dark again, but this time at the end of the weekend.

Yesterday Peter and I were cruising along the freeway when the traffic suddenly slowed. We barely managed to stop short of the car in front, and the car behind shot around on the shoulder. Fortunately, there was no one close behind them. It all happened very quickly, and then the traffic slowly got going again. No clue of what happened. But relieved, it could have been pretty bad. Peter's leg was twitching for a good 10 minutes or so as we talked about this near miss.

I spent most of the rest of the weekend doing the 'get organized' thing.

You know what happens when you run most of your life through an inbox?

Neither do I. But it's surprising how relaxed I've felt since putting pretty much all of the projects that I worry/spend time thinking about down on paper - one at a time - and feeding them into a semi-organized system.

I highly recommend it.

Cynthia ordered a face cord of firewood, which was delivered Saturday to the front yard in neat stacks. But we needed it to be closer to the house, so Peter & I used sleds to haul it up the hill in small loads, dump them at Cynthia's feet while she was creating the new stacks, and then we 'surfed' back down to the wood pile. Fun. Took about 20 minutes.

Rose seems to be adjusting to the braces after several painful days.

Cara has some French homework that she'd like help on, so we'll see about that now.