I had a dream last night that I was in Southern California visiting my 2 best friends, Jennifer and Rochel, who were driving me to the airport to head back to Boston. They had a TV in the car and we watched footage of Boston getting bombed by terrorist missiles and exploding in white smoke. Kort was not in the dream, and I had to wonder where he was.

I have been thinking a lot recently of the question of place and home and feel uncertain about the year ahead at times. The impending birthday has me feeling contemplative - I make it a habit of setting new year's resolutions for myself twice a year - once on the day of my birth, and again at the turn of the new year.