A windy morning here. A cold front moved in last night and the temperature dropped along with the east wind getting up. It is quiet here this morning. Yesterday I took my husband to the airport so that he could return to his job. The dog met me at the door with his sock in her mouth as if she wanted to know where he was.

The current project on the loom is a warp for two shawls. I began the first one last evening and will work on it today. Lots of golds and creams in these two shawls, they should be good for fall.

Solitude wraps itself around my shoulders like a soft familiar blanket,

and sings the song of my soul.