
...wearing your Laura Ingalls Wilder costume while
prancing through the prairie.
This year's LIW dress is a little less sexy than the
Gunne Sax one I'd been wearing every October since
1994 and finally outgrew this year. The smokin'
low-cut bodice on the old one wasn't historically
accurate, anyhow. Still: I'll miss you, dress!
Here are some early Halloween photos from my
own private prairie.






When I first came home from l'hopital (or, as my friend Barry called it, "the joint"), I slept for most of the day--every day. Pulling off the rare five-hour nap when circumstances were right, I slept and slept and slept. This situation of affairs continued for about a week.