
GG was awakened in the wee hours by the luminous, waxing moon. If GG's awake, then so is her editor (but not the way you think...it's the editor who keeps GG awake); so we sat with elbows & paws propped up on the big old windowsill & looked up through the giant oaks. So difficult to believe we're in a major urban area with the tiny "finger" of the huge nearby park. We wish children in Darfur -- and everywhere--could have this same lovely quiet & bit of green.