October 16. Sunday Night.

Hi Journey.

Yesterday was a day the light beckoned. Light has pitch just like music, Journey. It really does. I spent most of the day filtering light at the shop. We have a dozen new sheers our vendors have sent us, and I decided to see which ones played out best in sunlight.

It was one of the few cloudless days we have left this late in the year. We've mounted an old iron curtain rod sans finials high over the bay window just outside of Shelly's office just to hang samples from. It still fascinates me how the effect of the light depends not only on the source of the luminescence but the media it passes through and the target object it strikes. Takes all three to complete the effect. It's the intersection of the interplay between the three that makes me either crazy or joyful.

Some days both.

Of course the ultimate media light passes through is rainbow. God's perfect curtain, that.

So I dawdled about in my sandbox of light, dampening the glorious autumn sun through fabric; evading some of the mundane paperwork that Joni can just as easily plow through with a few of my inputted answers. And I did doodle out a couple more bedroom layouts to show Mrs. Ripley. So, it wasn't just fun and games.

Think the real reason I played in the light all day yesterday is that I wanted to pull my mind away from fretting on Mattie and Casey. Mattie was actually easier. Managed to ring her up, AOK. She was enjoying a low-pain day, and was strong enough to read the latest issue of Transactions of the Institute of British Geographers. She blabbed on for five minutes about how refreshing it was to have the newest issue not mention GPS one time. Took me two minutes into her mono-rant to catch she was talking about the satellite navigation system.

For Mattie, the adventure was always the journey to a new destination, not how accurately you could pinpoint a grid reference.

And I suppose if I chose I could blame her for what's really bothering me: Casey.

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