There are usually one or two days like this in November when the temperature is just below freezing and the wind whips the lake up into surf that splashes up and coats the shore with ice. It's good sport to walk along the icy edge looking for a good shot while trying not to let the camera get wet. A couple of hours before sunset the ice looks golden. We're heading south Thanksgiving week for visits with family and friends. Just a quick Saturday to Saturday jaunt, including a couple of Gulf Coast Beach days with friends. We have to go; we're almost out of coffee. I work at home two days a week now. It's quiet here since the work crew finished up and moved down to the Main Street building. Having grown up in a large family, I find I concentrate best when there are things happening around me that I can shut out. The house has a new green standing seam steel roof. Preemptive roofing. If you're not leaking, but we suspect you're thinking about leaking...it's the spirit of the times. The sunporch is almost finished. The light is like vitamins. Here's how it looks inside and out. The screening of the lower level will have to wait until spring. I'm reading Virginia Postrel's The Substance of Style: How the Rise of Aesthetic Value Is Remaking Commerce, Culture, and Consciousness; after a title like that, the rest is annotation. I see that Postrel has a blog. A quick look around finds blogs by William Gibson, Lawrence Lessig. A blog is a way for non-programmers to have websites like the PicayUnity which has been around for a couple of years longer than blogs. Blogs don't usually have graphics though; I need the PU to justify having a digital camera. Blog servers and software let people have their own opinion spaces easily and cheaply. Postrel's is one of the nicest I've seen. William Gibson says it's not for real writers because there's no form to contain it; it's "a kettle failing to boil because the lid’s been left off."

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