I'm not sure how it is in other parts of the world, but here, winter comes during the night, grows in the shadows and hibernates at high noon, decieving us that winter is even here. We walk around comfortable chilled by the air conditioners, expecting to step outside to an instant and soul-reaching warmth. But these mornings and nights surprise us as we step outside with the expectation of warmth and are met with coolness. It's the same every year and yet it still catches us offguard; that sly, quick maneuver from summer to winter. I can't write as well as I'd like to tonight. My mind is blurred and my fingers are very clumsy. I think I may be getting sick. I've felt fevernish now off and on for roughly two days; internally cold and not comoforted at all by the sun. Today was not a very satisfying day. Even though the boys and I stayed up till almost 2 in fits of laughter, I woke up in a horrible dream that set the mood to an icky day. On my way to my dermatologist appt., I got lost and angry, got more medicine and whatnot...anyway Im too tired to say anything more. I took an hour nap a little bit ago and, with an empty and lurching stomach, I've got to eat a little and get some work done. Carrie