It’s the shortest day of the year! Which is awesome, because that means tomorrow is NOT the shortest day of the year, and eventually it will begin staying light past two in the afternoon.
As my father would have said, “We’re going into the gravy!” Which on one hand makes little to no sense, but on the other is immediately understood by everyone. It’s like a Zen anti-koan. (Also, who doesn’t like gravy?) Genius.
Just woke up 2 hours ago. Going back to bed now.
My sleep schedule is all messed up. I can’t even sleep at my desk anymore.
I am very happy about the winter solstice! Driving home in the dark every evening isn’t much fun. Looking forward to longer days and lighter nights.
I think our dads would have been pals, just judging by the sound of this cryptic dadism; a species of pater-murmur which is often, as the spelling suggests, but a hop and a skip from dadaism. Also, my yearly hat is off to Winter Solstice because it’s the birthday of a certain marvelous roman candle named Stella; my twelve-year- old laughter grenade. Thx for the brief but potent post, Michelle.
Happy new year 2014 🙂
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Finding blogs to follow for my #zerotohero challenge. Liking this gal.