Only sort of Monday


Given it’s Christmas Eve day (weird collection of words we’re used to) it’s not much of a Monday. People are busy and hurrying and readying and cooking, or, if outside the thrum of it, observing the scurry.

It’s not even close to a white Christmas here in Chicago this year. Lots of brown grass and empty trees, but at night the lights are lovely.

It’s far from night now, though, with a broad, clear sky, not even the memory of clouds. It doesn’t look cold, which is no guide here in the winter.

Whether you celebrate Christmas or don’t celebrate Christmas, I wish you joy and peace, health and stability.

I hope you enjoy all of the holidays, whatever form they take.

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Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   
Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 
Her Cousin Much Removed
The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.
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