Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Friday, November 14, 2003

Another weekend ahead. We've been invited to dinner tonight at Outback by a guy I work with. They are looking into adopting from Russia with the same agency we did, and wanted to talk about our experiences and meet our kids.

John gave me a big hug when I dropped him off at Sue's house. He's not terribly distressed when I leave, but he holds on tight and Sue has to kinda pry him away. Don't know if he is just kinda playing or what.

It's always chilly in this room where I am at work. So I brought in a space heater to set at my feet. Mmm, warmth.

A writer group meeting tomorrow night. Gack, I just haven't got much done on Chapter 3. It's hard to sit down to work when I'm ready for bed at 9:30 every night.

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