December 30, 2012

Glow of fallen snow. There’s not much of it, but enough for an even blanket, and a hint of ivory under the blue night.

Had a hanger attached to my fossil fish, and the frame store lady handed it to me, brushed away my wallet and said, “Happy New Year.”

My stove was broken. I lifted up the top and fixed it. I note ths because I seldom associate myself with mechanical triumph.

Finished Thanksgiving

Marin Marais on Spotify.

Am considering New Year’s resolutions, and most of them are specific and physical, which is good. With some exceptions, matters of the spirit are in order. This could change before the fall of another night.