January 3 outside at sunset and dusk and darkness has fallen
It's January 3 and Knut and I are sitting outside on his front porch drinking a beer and enjoying a balmy evening. We both have our laptops on our laps and the wireless connects their little hard drives to the irrepressible Internet. I've been doing little watecolors and ink drawings in the waining light. I do like to paint in waining light. I am applying for jobs all over the place, but this place is warm in more ways than one, and I hope to get a job here or nearby. Who would have though I could become a Texan?