Admittance only on business

Dear Diary,

This week on my walk to work I ducked under a road barricade festooned with blue and white police tape, walked across the ruined bridge that had been smashed by a truck, and squeezed past the barricade on the other side. I think my heart beat a little bit faster than usual.

Then I walked through the cement yard, where they have added signs reading STOP! ADMITTANCE ONLY ON BUSINESS. ALL PERSONNEL MUST WEAR PPE AT ALL TIMES. SAFETY FIRST.

Or something like that. I walk past it every day; I've forgotten what it says. I ignore the signs and wave at the guys driving the cement trucks. They always wave back; we never say hello because the cement mixers drown out all other sound.

My fingers ache from knitting half a slipper, writing my pen pal a letter, and from editing a 50-page master's thesis.

I've made an Easter-egg colored stack of invitations to the next few months of craft nights, to hand out to the ladies when they come next week. I'm planning on making Key lime pie squares (thanks for that, Teresa).

My sister has put in her applications for teachers ed programs and my brother is holding an intern retreat in Long Beach. Wow. Andy started teaching again this week and has more students than ever before: 15.

I've finished Tipping the Velvet (and now I know what the phrase refers to!) and am terribly hooked on my new David Sedaris audio books.

I'm thinking about my stack of books and snacks for the Read-a-thon (October 9!) and wondering who else I can get involved.

The owls are establishing their territories outside and we hear them every night now. The Great Argyll Toad Migration has also gone into full swing this week.

We're going to a ceilidh tomorrow night.

Happy Autumn Equinox!