A friend on the east coast recently told me she would love to see fall in the Pacific Northwest; I told her I've always wanted to see New England at this famous time of year.
The past couple of days I've had some real highs and lows. On the one hand, as someone on twitter said yesterday I'm guessing my emotions surrounding the rescue of the Chilean miners are similar to those felt by people at the time of the first walk on the moon. On the other hand, today is the anniversary of my paternal grandmother's death and I'm really missing her.
I hope you've had a good week. Best wishes for a relaxing weekend.