What a wonderful day: A morning in Larry and Linda Bridgesmith's home in Nashville, surrounded by redbuds, tall oaks, and dogwoods. So THAT is what spring looks like. I'd forgotten . . . . Hours to be with dear friends to plan next fall's Zoe conference. The conference will be held in Nashville (fall 05), Fresno (winter 06), and Denver (summer 06). Lunch at Baja Burrito. Please, please come to Abilene! And bring Barnes and Noble with you. Along with Pappasito's. A chance to read and re-read an article about the Yankees' losing streak. Spend more money, George! Home to Diane and Chris. Since Chris came home from the hospital following the wreck, I've had to shower him. He's converted me into a shower singer. So I enjoyed washing his hair tonight as we sang at the top of our lungs "Said I Wasn't" and "You Gotta Take the Lord With You." (Sorry for that image.) Finally, a chance to read further in Anne Lamott's PLAN B and in STORMFRONT.