It's almost surreal that outside my window Connecticut Avenue, a main road
here in DC, is virtually empty. Earlier today a friend who lives in rural
Ohio asked me to put Deanna in her Sherpa carrier and then to put Deanna
and myself on a train to Ohio. Somehow Deanna seemed to think that was
totally insane; she curled up in a ball instead and fell asleep on the love
seat.
We send our love to all.
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You've got to shake your fists at lightning now
You've got to roar like forest fire
You've got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky
Joni Mitchell
