It is cold in the house as the back door to the yard or garden is opened. My feet are bare and cold on the couch, under the blanket. I am all sensations it seems like, like i have flowers on every inch of my skin. How very different! The dog barks in the hood. Renovations going well across the street. There is always a woman in the crew each day. I think i am back in heaven after much detour of the daydreaming bloody shallow kind.