We had a grand time at the Cannon wedding last night which was like old home week at the 27th Ward. It was held in the Sky Room at BYU which looks out to mountains from every window, including the one with our old house on it. So it was old home week for Provo as well.
I felt nostalgic and grateful for beloved friends and places. (This prose is sounding like a bad Christmas letter).
I started a new P.D. James novel today. It's a rest from Dostoevsky who'll I'll take up again when I'm done with this one.
On the writing front, I'm outlining my book, because I'm lost, and I'm not writing another scene until I know where it's going. I did some drawing this week. I like playing with my colored pencils and ink. Really, I'm too happy to write. Happiness doesn't make for good writing.