It seems chilly in northern California today, but I think it's mostly that I'm sick and can't get my feet warm. Martin's home sick in bed, which is where I wish I were -- but hey, someone has to work!

It's supposed to rain later, according to Weather Underground. Here's hoping! The car needs a good wash... and our hills need rain. Oodles of it.

On a happier note, I just sent a letter to my intentional community informing them of the beginning of the restoration phase of my housefire drama. That feels really good, even though the rest of me doesn't.

On the decluttering front, I am pleased to report that I am declaring myself a FORMER thrift-store-holic. I went into two of them this weekend and came away only with two books, both replacements for ones that burned in the fire. Several times in the couple of months since the fire, I've even gone in and come out with NOTHING! Nothing like living in an 11'x11' room to make you reassess whether you really need that extra whatever-it-is.