December 30, 2025

Trying to work in the freezing attic. The only possible space is right here where I sit, back almost against the heater, covered by my sister’s afghan. 

Message from the Solar Panel people. My inspection failed because one of the bolts was not screwed in tight enough. Make-up scheduled for January 6. They demand new proof of insurance, my old policy having expired (and been renewed automatically) on Christmas Eve. I will not provide that document until the array is turned on, come what may. The hill upon which I am willing to die. Hier stehe ich und kann nicht anders, Gott helfe mir, Amen

AVLGMC planning committee supper at Mountain Madre– convivial, sweet. My walking there and back in bitter cold was a victory for me.  Misty moon, fat and waxing.