Temperature: a rainy 5/41. We have a rose in bloom. Poor thing doesn’t know which season it is; was that the winter, is it spring?
Eating: a lunch salad.
Drinking: Le beaujolais nouveau est arrivé! Not now, you alkies!! Later.
Watching: trying to find a slot for The Irishman. We’ll need snacks. And an intermission.
Listening: to my son’s rendition of Santa Lucia, which the school choir will be performing on the 13th as per tradition in these parts. A flicker of light in the dark. 🕯️
Reading: Jonas Gardell’s Till minne av en villkorslös kärlek (To the memory of an unconditional love; a story about his mother and family, and a story about stories, the lies and legends we concoct for fun, in jest, and to shroud secrets and painful truths).
Writing: should probably get started on those Christmas cards.
Thinking: Thank you, dear universe, for this life, and forgive every second I don’t love and enjoy it enough. Happy Thanksgiving to family and friends in the U.S. 🦃 Keep safe on those roads and the Alka-Seltzer at the ready.
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