It was a wonderfully clear night for the first time in a long time. Castor, Pollux, Mars, Orion, Canis Major, Ursa Minor, Cygnus… 🌌

To think it’s only the start of the week! I sent Violet a recipe for choucroute garnie, Alsatian dressed sauerkraut, I hope she enjoys it.

Dieter wants me to decorate the apartment with false English ivy. I suppose he’s getting homesick… Many things I should do—

Peach full moon, hovering over snow-topped houses, the frozen river, on the cold road are school buses with frosting.

“I was hoping AI would cause professors to make exams and essays handwritten in class only.”

I’m a little tired, but I should be better today. We should be able to go to work today just fine…

I want to hope we’re not falling sick… These neurological sequelae are hard to bear, and harder to heal. It takes time…

Tomorrow, post office. Violet’s Christmas card is there (apparently, requiring a signature). After that, we’ll have more time to relax…

The Mississippi River is frozen and purple under a purple sky. 💜

I’m tempted to buy pork instead of chicken thighs tomorrow. I want to make stew, though it means buying more groceries than anticipated…

Bought: almond extract, a new silver polishing cloth, La Tourangelle walnut oil. It is good to be back to baking.

Finished reading Jonathan Haidt’s The Anxious Generation, now I think I will move onto The Worm and His Kings, recommended by my coworker.

One upside to taking the late bus today: I saw the blue ambient lighting on the sky reflected on my apartment building. Soft, gentle, calm.

We try to pack as much as we can in one day. It’d be wonderful if we didn’t have to get up so early, 3 hrs before work. Efficiencies…

He’s spending time with Loveless. That’s good…

I have to think for ourselves, and for the people close to me. We have to resume meditating. This WFH nonsense…