Last night after dinner we got into the car and Steve drove us down the dark gravel roads to Kingsbury Pond so we could look at the moon over the water. How long it's been since I've been out on these roads after dark! And the moon was a glowing dinner plate, and the dog quietly splashed in the shallows, and Ozzy Osbourne's "Crazy Train" laughed to itself on the car radio, and the windows were rolled down, and a quiet wildness spread among us, because here we were. Here we were.

Meanwhile another friend is dying.

Meanwhile today is my 61st birthday.