Up at 6:20 — trying to move my schedule back so that I can work earlier & get home while it’s still light out during the winter.

Fell asleep on the couch with tea at 6:30 over the Mediterranian cookbook. My body is rejecting my attempts to shift sleep schedule.

To yard sales early, bought birdfeeder ($1). Lots of interesting stuff—mangled tuba (found in an attic), Saul Steinburg print—but nothing worth having. Karl tried to buy a chinese accordian, but the woman had a fantasy about how and by whom it would be purchased, and would not lower the price until that person came along. Another yard sale had dozens of signs for miles, and only a handful of items, even though we showed up right at the beginning.

Then, after lunch, a trip up to Marblehead (just to see it). It qualifies for me as the quintessential rich New England waterfront town. The streets running into the old downtown section are windy and crammed with houses, every one a gem, every one beautifully restored to its original 18th century condition. The citizens of Marblehead love their homes. Many had pristine gardens and facades that Martha Stewart would adore. There were little passageways everywhere, cobblestone alleys and private outdoor staircases, and so on.

Visited a great art/rare book store downtown with some amazing things, all priced too well.

Sat in the grass for a while and listened to the ocean.

Occasional patches of color, and dry leaves, only 3 days into the fall.

Yoga instructor this morning, during shavasana: “Sink into the deep blue behind your brow.”