Dear Brooklyn,

Fall is here. And it turns out that it doesn't feel so different than fall in Brooklyn.

JRoss is away and I've been staying at his house 'cause my dad was in town yesterday putting together bookshelves and such in my house, so it looks like three explosions went off in each room. Today, the dogs and I have been taking walks, playing tug of war in the yard, chewing on sticks (them, not me), roasting vegetables (me, not them), and wearing sweaters (all of us, in our own ways). It's awesome to be wearing heavy flannel and a hat when I take them out--I'm enjoying the solitude up here, and its multiplication when for days I don't speak to anyone I know well.

My dad's help yesterday means that things in my new home are coming close to being settled. Still some items to search for and a fair amount of sorting and organizing and putting away, but at least there are places to sit and to work and to write you all letters, and places to put things once they are sorted. My goal is to be all in and living like I've always lived there by September 30.

Most other things that are worthy of note are too worthy to be posted for free consumption--I've begun rereading this fantasy series that's the only fantasy series I've ever been into but also the only fantasy series I've ever read, so maybe that says something. JRoss is reading it too, so when I finish rereading the first one, we'll add reading the second one together to the long list of cute, New England-y, hibernatory fall activities I seem to be making.

Still sending lots of letters--if you'd like to receive one and haven't, send me your address and they'll never stop.