Starfish

It's late September. Summer is gone. I'm wearing boots again. My fieldwork in Marrakesh crept up, and then flew by. Peter is talking and running and amazing us everyday with his loving funniness. Is that a word? I don't know. He's definitely that, though. I've already laid this blog to rest, but wanted to leave this final word that we're all well, working hard, and living in the real world.