moving through the end of october and into november. yesterday a bout of food poisoning, fine today. all the trees are bare, or almost all. their protection from the weather, is the little they can give. the tamaracks are gold and now shedding, too.
a strange thing happened at work, i wrote a shifu book poem. it isn't yet on vellum.
and the latest shifu book has a maine stone, too. i still have large rock pages to make. and sewing and binding and framing. and a weekend that's raining, and, they say, will snow.