September 3rd, 2005


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Went out for dinner to Gina's Cafe. It's really a coffee house with some foody bits, but they had a chicken enchilada that seemed just about right, so I sat and read a book and had a quiet dinner. And I walked during a gorgeous night. Somebody was having a wood fire, and the smell reminded me of cabin and wilderness, and for a moment or two, everything was right with the world.