Snow is coming, or so they say. Could be one to three inches by morning. And I have the opening scene to the third issue of Alabaster: The Good, the Bad, and the Bird in my head. Finally. So, I suppose I'll be writing today. I didn't sleep enough, which is mostly my own damn fault. I did, however, at least get out of the House yesterday. Only the third time since we returned from DC. We crossed the river (blue-grey, almost black, waiting to freeze), dodged annoying drivers, and spent an hour or so at Paper Nautilus, where we still have about $500 in credit, thanks to last springs mighty book purge. Goddamn, but I love that place. Fuck you, Kindle. I'll keep my must old bookstores and "inconvenient" hardbacks. Yesterday we spent some of the credit, and I came away with: 1. Harm's Way by Joel-Peter Witkin (beautiful) 2. Close-Up on Sunset Boulevard by Sam Staggs 3. All the Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy 4. Your Inner Fish by Neil Shubun Afterwards, we went to Eastside Market for a pecan pie and various other things. We made it home before dark. Please have a look at the new eBay auctions. These include a copy of the Spanish edition of The Drowning Girl ( La Joven Ahogada ), with Santiago Caruso 's beautiful cover. Thank you. Later Taters, Aunt Beast