Adam is at sea--he's reached the trades, he says--the wind was blowing at last when we talked, him out there in the ocean and me lying on the futon in my sister's guest room in Greenville, SC. He's on his way toward Tahiti. Lulu cries for dad--she can say it with a "d" on the end now. My sister and I will take her to the zoo tomorrow. This is a strange life.