How quickly the last Summer turns into the onset of Winter. Four days! It is cold, grey, and dark in London. The steamy summer air has been replaced by the damp cold. I turned on the heat yesterday for the first time and layered the second duvet on my bed. It doesn't get depressing until January, and I quite love autumn in London, but its a shock to see it get dark at 7pm when it was light until 10 only two months ago.



A.S. Byatt has a new book out -- the Biographer's Tale -- and the jacket hints at a relevant point about trying to understand people from things like Blogger: How do we put the idea of a person together? How do we ever know more than fragments, moments, pieces of a person and not a whole one? As usual, will be thought-provoking.



Listening to my new CD, Madredeus, a Portuguese band recommended by the lovely Giovanni. Very relaxing music -- perfect for this job and the quick descent into Winter.