3:54 p.m. - 2008-01-02
more later
December was okay. It was snowier than normal, that being a thing that one notices when one has about twelve fucking miles of sidewalk plus a very slanty driveway ajoining one's property. Holidays were celebrated, family seen, there was some music-playing. Entertaining: bottles and boxes of wassail were quaffed, the holiday baklava was eagerly consumed. Young Jack got to play with our cat, Puck, as he basked in the wonder of the color wheel. Preparations were made, festive clothing donned, gifts exchanged. Movies were watched, some diverting, others less so. Our couch was well-used by Kia and I, as well as various guests. Church was attended. Carols were sung, probably, by someone. The new year arrived amidst much celebratory clatter, which eventually gave way to silent ruminations on mortality. And now we endure the dead of winter, with its nights long and cold,
