I've got a peaceful easy feeling...

...because I'm already sitting on a fishing platform, listening to a woodpecker and watching for my friend Mark, who has just gone on off on a mad dash to an archaelogical site. I was reading When Zachary Beaver Came to Town for BBYA, and I don't think I'll ever think of the book again without remembering the lake, and the beautiful weather, and the rare moment of peace. In the same way, I might not think of Monster without remembering that I was in Tennessee when I read it, at Amy's lovely house, with the dogs barking outside.