Lenore, Rose and Izzy investigate a smell on the path. What could be more fascinating?

  The worst thing about vacation is re-entry. Someone ought to invent a gradual re-entry process. I haven’t figured it out. Spent five days in New York City, and was clobbered upon my return: interview requests, messages, bills, e-mail, dog issues, calls about events, readings, an interview with a TV producer interested in optioning one of my mysteries, and in between, a couple of photos and a start on my first short story. Also took my photos to Collin Badger of Mannix who is designing a new photo site, which will be right at the top of the Farm Journal page, and any photo I upload onto the website will go into the new site, and people can access it easily on this page. I got a lot done and nothing done, and barely remember the time in New York. Heading out for Sushi with Maria to try and retain some sense of a vacation.
  Tomorrow I’m doing a radio interview on the phone, having a conference call with the Hollywood people about the mystery (mostly, nothing comes of these things) and getting up very early to work on the short story, my first.
  Maria is holed up in her studio filling orders for potholders and making more. She is working hard, but enjoying getting her own business rolling. We miss New York.
  At noon on December 5, I’ll be at the reopened and greatly expanded Battenkill Bookstore in Cambridge, N.Y. Noon.