A really good day. Lots of time in the car, to travel up to Woodstock to see an exhibit, on its last day, which had been juried by Tim. Anna had the right attitude going in: i love!museums. She was carried out not long afterward.

We were in such heated discussion on the ride up, over last night's viewing of Food, Inc., that we missed the exit. I'm even laughing at us now, thinking of it.

For a full hour of the ride down the Taconic to home, the sun set, giving us the most spectacular show. We would each three of us in turn, gasp, and point out when the colors had changed.

And then home. Sunday night. Lights go on, candles are lit, girls come through the door, laughing, dinner gets made. Bedtime looms.

Tim is in the kitchen now, cooking up a late night supper for us two: pizza with broccoli rabe.

All is well.

Wishing you all a good week. Thanks for reading.

tt