It's Monday. You can warm your hands to the color of leaves in the park across the street. I wonder again at the simultaneous feelings of awe and melancholy I experience seeing them. Mono no aware, the Japanese call it - our sensitivity to ephemera. Autumn is my favorite season but I find it damn distracting. I never know where my emotions are coming from. I'm living inside out.

Finished two books. Claudia Dey's Stunt and Stieg Larsson's The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. I think I'll continue Dawkin's On the Origin of Species, in addition to Jeremy Dodds' Crabwise to the Hounds. I'm going to take a break from genre fiction for a while.

I ought to be writing my novel right now.
I wish my motorbike was functioning.
I need to go home and do the dishes.
I have to buy socks to replace the ones I lost in Italy.
I must choose what to wear for Halloween.

I'm not sure why I'm writing this blog. Just so you know.