dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, December 25, 2017


Late last night I was on the phone with A, and he told me merry Christmas and that it had just turned midnight.  I read him one page of the book we're reading.  It was 44 minutes.

Today Mom cut my hair.  She thought I was crying afterward.  She did take a lot off!

Yesterday we went to Solvang for the bookstore.  It was fun.  It was fun to walk in stormy weather though it never rained, eat pretzels, get fudge.

Tonight's a Christmas party I dread every year.  I toy with the idea of not going but always go.


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