It’s the wee hours. Molly sleeps on top of the blanket covering my legs that are stretched out and resting on a hassock in front of the wing chair in my woman cave. Five candles flicker atop my writing desk—one for each day of Advent and the fifth for Christmas. The light they offer is…
Jarred from the peace of sleep and the comfort of warm flannel sheets, I retrieve my glasses and Kindle from my bedside table and, with a little Yorkie in my arms, stumble from the bedroom. Molly’s internal clock says it’s time to get up. It’s barely 4 a.m. and I inadvertently trained her to rise…
This morning I And then it was 9:30 and I moved forward into the rest of the day.
At this time of the year, mornings are dark; sunrise was at 9:02 a.m. this morning. On Christmas morning, we were struck with the setting full moon in the west. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such a thing before—a full bright moon disappearing on the horizon—and it was quite magnificent. So magnificent, in…
It’s gray, and the first day after the break in a long string of above seasonal temperatures. We’re expecting the first snow of the season tonight. There’s been a “special weather statement” issued but, in a world where everything seems to be an emergency and require some kind of special statement or another, I’m not…
It’s early morning. Molly gifted both of us with a full night’s sleep and I stand, feeling relatively refreshed, looking out over the top of the window blind in our dining area. A crescent moon and Venus shine brightly in the southeastern sky. Constants. There’s a smattering of other lights—stars, or planets, or something else….