The day is already darkening. It is dusk and I have taken to the bath early, wondering where in the world the day has gone and what has been accomplished. This morning when I drove downtown for flowers the owner of the business was saying to a customer (a woman buying flowers for her church) that sometimes when she is at work she feels like she isn’t really doing anything except staring at the flowers. Now, dusk is fading into dark and the wind has picked up (I hear the wind chimes going a bit wild outside). We are thinking of a late trip to a wine bar for something light (truffle fries?) and a fire when we get home.