Neighbor renting her house to a friend, after a month or so of moving out herself. We've tried to keep an eye out, pick up trash. Moby helped by wanting to explore her front yard, imply a presence there. Mail carrier kept leaving the mailbox flap open - with the large, bright yellow VACANT notice visible, we keep putting it back down. She left a thank you note on our door yesterday, with a TJ's gift certificate. We will use some of it as a welcome gift - probably in the form of cookies - for the new renter.
Both of us a bit ill, sore and tired. Tis the season. Unrestful nights, difficult days, viral sniffles. The overwhelming, as the pain woke me through the night, not D's snores and congested breathing.

Dark days, as there always have been, as there always will be. Shattering our illusions of safety. As the acts of kindness and courage shatter our bleak pessimism. It is all of a piece, and we light the tree in the depths of winter.
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Dark in the light, Light in the dark. As adults we learn that there are cycles and that there is a good chance that tomorrow will dawn and the days will begin again to lengthen and beat back the night. For children, living in the moment, this seems to be all there is, and for those of yesterday's tragedy, there will be no sunrise...
Keep warm and well, dear.
We're getting snow, freezing rain, snow, rain, freezing rain and so on over the next few days.
This is produced a lot of very wet slush.
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