Winter                                                                       Moon of the Winter Solstice

Went out today to pick up the bound copies of Missing.  Fun to see the thick, maybe 4 inches, copy of my work over the last year, year and a half.  It has what Kinko’s calls a comb binding which consists of a round linked spiral of plastic wound through closely space holes punched in the left margin.   This will allow each of my beta readers to have their own copy that they can mark up as much as they want.  A lot, I hope.  Not sure why but I really feel different about this process.  Better.

Then over to the Festival grocery store for a few items we needed.  It closed at 4 today and I was there at 3:15 pm.  The mood was jolly.  A very nice Christmas surprise.  When I walked in, a guy my age, white hair with a ponytail and beard, black leather Harley jacket pushed a cart out toward me.  “There you go.”  A small gesture, kind.  But so in keeping with the season that it left me smiling the whole time I was in the store.

Back home where Kate cooked tenderloin fillets, potatoes and green beans.  A festive supper.  And a good one.

Now Christmas eve has almost come to an end.  We plan to go see Abraham Lincoln tomorrow and eat Chinese.  Jewish solidarity.