In Indiana we get the leftovers, but thank God, only the leftovers, of the hurricanes down south. The rains of Saturday plunged us into a cold that saw me getting out of bed Sunday morning in August, trembling, and moving all business to the kitchen, where I opened the stove and sat in front of it, depressed, drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and waiting for the rain to fall. All I could think was how I was not ready for winter, how horrible the last winter was and how long it took for hope and sunlight to come again. This morning I was talking to a friend and she said exactly the same thing, and this made me feel better, part of the human race again.