Looking back over the week of postings, I also thought I'd share this little photo-story of our commute to town in the fog last week.
Here, I've peered over the bow window to show what we can see. Not much.
The fog has lifted, at least for today. But it's damp and cool, although I've built a fire in the wood-stove, and coziness is gradually leaking into the room. Pater's headed off to put in some baby-sitting time in Vancouver before heading to Alaska for a few days, and we're looking forward to meeting at week's end to attend Tosca, the first opera of the season.
Meanwhile, I've just said good-bye to a charming house-guest, Lorrie (from Fabric Paper Thread), who was here taking my friend Alison's weekend course in The Illustrated Journal. Now I'm heading to my armchair with the last few essays to mark, and I'm nurturing hopes of turning to the weekend paper when those are done. With a big hot cup of smokey tea. Ahhhh.
And you? What are you up to?