One of the things I like most about living here is the spectacular and ever-moving clouds. Tonight we listened to Gotterdammerung on Vox. It also is spectacular, perhaps almost TOO spectacular, and very long. It is nice to listen to the orchestral textures and the way the themes thread together. The little dogs enjoyed the fire tonight, turning to toast the other side, when the first one got too warm. We have about a week now to batten down the hatches here and prepare for the trip. I have been reading some books about Basquiat and looking at reproductions of his art. I think it makes me uncomfortable because of so much clear anger. I'm not comfortable around anger, since my family had a very controlled atmosphere and it seemed like there wasn't any need or room for the expression of anger. Perhaps anger is often the very most appropriate response. I guess it scares me.