It has been unusually challenging year. If I were writing about my life as a novel I would most certainly skip this part because a) the most dramatic moments are not even happening to me directly and b) my role in the course of events is as dull as dishwater. The two major events have been: one of my dearest friends is fading from an incurable medical condition and while I was with her one night, someone accidentally started a fire in our house in CT, bad enough that we cannot move back in until perhaps next summer....
