November. Past September, through a ragged October… These are lyrics from “Miljoonasade –(Million-rain), a musical group from my youth, and this is how our Fall has looked and felt. Sometimes it felt as if we were competing to see who could, with the “best” excuse, make it to the doctor’s office first. Within a week the following happened: Ida got severely ill on her return flight home, Tarja hurt the top of her foot, and I made a trip to the dentist to fix a chipped tooth. At the same time, my mother fell down in Finland and now has a cast on her hand and a swollen lip. So, in the last few weeks, we have been taking it a little slower. All our dreams are that life would be like a walk down a golf fairway, smooth and soft!