Tuesday, November 04, 2014
Back home by the ocean, and a morning with the sky pebbled with these funny clouds. The beach was tiny, the tide as high as it could be, and six big dogs frolicked and splashed and played with a buoy (can you get more Maine than that?). Mark and I voted, which is always fun. My fingers are crossed. I keep imagining the sad result of four more years of our dreadful, mean-spirited, potty-mouthed governor. It might mean we really and truly find some way to move to Vermont.
It's so utterly November today.