The Poppygon days lead me on. Although I know I decided right, I question. Oh holy shit, I’ve done this question-self thing for as long as I could pull up my own socks, and it tires me. I take the lead on this. 

This is nearly Christmas. I so love Christmas. I hate, big time, the falseness that brings wide-eyed and believing little people before a “Santa” with a ghoulish beard (obviously stuck on) and a wrong voice. They have no way to process that. Just saying.

I waked today beneath trees which squewed off a branch or two in the gales of late. I looked at the twist of the break, had a look and was thankful I missed the fall.

I was going to family on Sunday. The wind is up. I go tomorrow. We, I, have always lived in this uncomfortable dynamic. Merry Christmas to you all, with my love. xxx