Thirty-One

Dear readers, you will probably be subjected pretty soon to some kind of Deep Thoughts (or my mundane attempts) about where I think I ought to be now that I'm "in my thirties" instead of just "out of my twenties."

But for now I'm curled up in front of a crackling Duraflame log, with the Grinch queued up on the VCR and cardamom cookies baking. My legs ache a little from yesterday's long walk, but the red wine (Mas de Libian Cotes du Rhone, Professor, because I know you'll ask) feels good. I am wearing fuzzy pants and fuzzy blue socks with sheep on them and a cute little hat. The Old 97s are playing, and I've been reading an old Pogo comic book I used to read as a kid, and I'm laughing at the pictures just like I did when I was young.

Tonight is the longest night of the year. I hope you're somewhere warm and safe. From tomorrow on, the days get longer, there's more light in the world.

Comments

[David Giacalone]

Happy Birthday, Shezzi!! You're our Maine Sage.