Rhyme and Reason

I'm traveling again this week, to Oakland this time, to read the second half of her manuscript to the 97-year-old doyenne of medicine who hired me as her ghostwriter. I'm always full of happy anticipation when I know I'm going to see her. I also have two other editing projects to finish this week, so in between spending time with the good doctor at her retirement home I'm going to be working fiercely in my hotel room. I wish everything hadn't arrived on my plate at the same time, but that's just the way it worked out. How can I complain?

Here are photos of where we stayed last week, that too-cool-for-school bed and breakfast we love, Argos Inn, co-created by the son of the lovely Susan Landry, our blogger pal here. There's the chandelier in the blue air, and the King Slate room with its skylight, through which the full moon found us in the deep of night. Here also are photos from the gorge and waterfall we visited, the selfie we took, and some swipes of beloveds from Halloween weekend, too. No real rhyme or reason for any of it. Just pictures. Put here for the memories. For the love.