The first cold night and morning. It was 47 degrees when I got up. It won't last long, but today will be blue and clear and gorgeous. Ili is excited to wear some kind of furry boots.
All I have is that. A weather report. The heater hums, the oatmeal cooks, the cat paces. I packed a bit of stuff in the studio yesterday. Today I will do better. It is more than I thought, more work, more space. As I move my stuff out, I regret not having done more there while I had it. But when you think you have forever. . . .
And that is the way of life. We should always have done more and better. The guilt covers us like a blanket of shame. "I could have. . . but. . . ."
Watched "Bad Santa" last night. Ili says it is her favorite Christmas movie. She wanted to know mine. I do not like "Its a Wonderful Life." I am over all the classic Christmas movies and t.v. shows, though I may have to find "A Charlie Brown Christmas," as she says she has never seen that. What???? She swears it. There is a hollowness to it that I enjoy.
O.K. It is time to get out into the cold. There is work to be done.