The gloaming is coming earlier these days. The Cabin, cozy as it is, can be small.

Our winter is heated by wood more than sun.

Fewer outdoor adventures, unless you want to really bundle up. A dive instead back into a small pink knitting project.

Oliver wants to lay down on the already-cold grass. I don’t.

What to do? Something new.

First I asked an intern to escort me through the twisted corridors of Twitterdom. Why do this at all? was my first thought, my eye wandering over the overwhelming Twitter feed. Well, said Carlos, my intern, you might find something interesting.

Ahhh, that.

I went to the Metropolitan Museum’s profile to see who the greatest art institution in America was wont to follow, and discovered a thousand crazy, creative persons and places I didn’t know existed, that I want to know more about.

Only connect, as Forster said. Easy for him to say. He didn’t have FB, Twitter, Tumblr, etc., etc.

Catch me at @jeanczimmerman and we’ll tweet.