It's such a pretty morning here - cold for fall (enough to wear sweaters, which is shocking for our part of California this time of year) and overcast. The baby is asleep, the three year old is at school, and I am going to paint. But first, let me share with you a haiku my husband composed the other night before falling asleep about our day:
Today he blew-dry
her urine-soaked ballet dress
with a hair dryer
Also great (perhaps, dare I say, even more profound than that?) is this David Brooks article - food for thought.