It’s a fine fall day. Gorgeous bright blue sky and crisp clean air and tunnels of streets with burning arched trees. Orange and yellow and deep, deep red. Early this morning we went to the Georgetown Flea Market. Jewelry, old books, magazines, furniture, clothes. Richard with his sexy beard and blue jeans and sport coat. Me, with four days beard, bright red shirt. I am sitting in the room we have made into a home in this house. Beautiful warmth and an old Tarzan movie. I am totally here. Have had strong religious experiences lately.