It’s all been a blur since Friday. Guess that’s not much different from the way it always is in late December. Had a hard night’s sleep and got out of bed early and went out to the cottage and put the finishing touches on a new short I’m calling “Morphosis.”
Did some late shopping, then came home and made some beef stew. Shopping center was overrun.
Took a brief look at a quote from A Moveable Feast, and got hooked, like I do every year, and found myself needing to read it again. Which is okay. Better than okay.
Getting together tomorrow morning with my buddy G. Mom arrives in the afternoon. Somewhere betwix the two, the house will be cleaned! How this will happen is a mystery of the holiday season.
Part of me is already looking forward to the long, cold, dark of late January.