this has been a good year, and i'm thankful for it. it's been a year of rediscovery and delving deeper, musically. both in terms of playing my strat again (and finding out i love pedals), as well as writing and finishing compositions. i've been writing a lot of poetry, too, but sending very little out. one poem published early in the year, online. i need to set aside some time and work on my MS again. it's good, it'll be better, and it just needs to find the right publisher.
as i write this, my dogs are asleep on the couch across from me, curled up on their favourite blankets, one fast asleep, the other watching me. i suspect people won't be leaving today, because of the roads, so, one more day of playing cards, playing crokinole, maybe watching the world juniors on tv. activities that i now find deeply calming, things we do every year at this time and which by repetition become soothing. we have a tally of who-won-what going for this christmas week. i'm ahead of everyone else, barely, for now.
it's time to make some coffee. people are starting to stir. at some point today i'm going to need to shovel, to figure out a meal plan, go get groceries before it starts to snow some more. time to get at it.