It’s dinner time and the house is utterly quiet, except for the snores of Mona, my oldest and fattest dog, bless her, who slumbers by the woodstove. What a strange and delicious quiet! But I know what I should be doing. I should be wrapping presents! should, should, should….

This means I will walk up to the studio to fetch certain supplies. I hope that in the darkened forest I hear owls. And when I come back down to the house I will put in some music, since I’ll be able to enjoy it. Probably Christmas music, but maybe something else, who knows? I might even slip a little rum in some eggnog.

And then, maybe I’ll find a way to post what’s really on my mind, the elusive Self and her companion, the great procrastinator.


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