Snippets

Saturday Morning: Sunrise isn't perceptible this Christmas Eve. I went outside to see the results of yesterday afternoon and evening's work. I'd worked from when we were let go early into the dark, feeding a large fire of honeysuckle vines and brush until i couldn't see anything but the fire, and then letting it burn down. The large bed of glimmering coals was mesmerizing to watch.

I am procrastinating on Yule greetings, but i did call one friend last night.

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Monday Morning: The holiday weekend has passed. On the 24th, with relaxed celebrations with Christine's closest sister and her Jewish husband: B and his daughter L celebrated the first night of Hanukkah with prayers and menorah.   Christmas morning we went to my sister's and exchanged gifts, and had a lovely breakfast. Christine's anxieties attacked, something that has been surging up and down since our anniversary. Yesterday afternoon she was incapacitated, and i let her sleep as i spent the afternoon in the yard. I did some decorative work, taking rocks dug from the garden -- most smaller than my fist -- and embedding them like mosaic tile in the ground near the raised bed. This morning Christine has had a panic attack as we face going to her elder sister's house and seeing all her siblings.