In the summer I went to a conference on flower essences which came in small dropper bottles and I was told that breaking the rules sometimes reveals the unexpected.  The conference was on the Berkeley campus and on Tuesday mornings three fiddlers gathered near the School of Public Policy to practice or perform.  They made me think of taking up a musical instrument again, a woodwind perhaps, but I never did do that.  Find your story, the conference leader said to me.  As if there was only one.

january  november

I switched from acetaminophen to ibuprofen.  The Chinese teach us to sit facing the door.