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The long night has come and gone. \u00a0The days have begun to grow longer, even if only by seconds. \u00a0I’ll be happy to see the first flowers of spring, the bees coming and going again, the garlic pushing its way through the mulch; of course I will, but that is in its season. \u00a0The season now is one of cold and darkness and I like it, too.<\/p>\n
I have done my first compilation of Missing. \u00a0It’s 110,000 words. \u00a0A 320 page paperback, roughly. \u00a0Using Scrivener makes the process of creating a manuscript from many different documents pretty easy. \u00a0That’s not to say the first compilation is what I want. \u00a0It’s not. \u00a0Not quite. \u00a0So, I’ll have to spend some time fussing with it tomorrow, but I don’t think it will too long to get one that pleases me.<\/p>\n
On the downside I got so into this task and my workout that followed that I missed signals from Kate that she was locked out. \u00a0Our garage door opener had quit working; she left it here and went out to do her nails. \u00a0When she came back, I was already working out and she couldn’t get in. \u00a0She was pretty steamed when she did. \u00a0She slogged through the snow in her clogs. \u00a0Not a happy camper at all.<\/p>\n
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Winter \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Moon of the Winter Solstice The long night has come and gone. \u00a0The days have begun to grow longer, even if only by seconds. \u00a0I’ll … Continue reading Saturday<\/span>