It's snowing. The desert looks quite beautiful in its white clothes. There's Piñonburning in the fireplace.
I played my guitar for an hour or so. I answered emails and thanked a bunch of new fans at Jango.com.
I cancelled the only thing I'd planned to do today. We have a friend coming for dinner tonight so since midday the house has been full of the smells of cooking, mingled with the wonderful smell of burning wood. I've taken a couple of pictures including this one. There's Native-American flute music playing quietly in the background.
It's like living in a giant cliche. And I love it.