…with Tom and Mary—holiday get together and book marketing meeting. Also—yard pickup after the gale, which yielded two wheelbarrows-full of dropped branches and other detritus, most of which ended up feeding a fine fire in the (chiminea) fireplace. (Almost got in a good stretch of alliteration.)

And, below, the stack I brought home for the library yesterday. With the short days this time of year, and the limited opportunities outside, I’m ripping through reading matter at a frightful pace, and I can’t keep buying on Kindle. Thank goodness for libraries.

BTW, I wonder what it would be like to have a name like Merlin Sheldrake. My dad had a friend named Aethelston Spillhouse. How cool/awful would it be to have a handle like that?