I leave the bathroom.
The Carpenters' Christmas album is playing in our living room.
"I guess you really needed to hear some Karen, didn't you?" I say to Bruce, who was singing a song of hers in the car.
"I can always listen to Karen."
"Of course," I enthuse.
"Good. I just wanted to make sure that her music wasn't wearing thin on you."


Dickie hopes to leave Walla Walla @ 6:55am tomorrow for 8 days. Packing beginning: now.