Happy Christmas, or as I tend to call it, December 25. Spending another one on my own, here in Renton, WA, on cousin Les's farm. I'm going to drive into Bellevue in a couple of hours to take a noon yoga class. That, I guess, is my new Christmas tradition: getting drenched with sweat and then heading home to overeat.
 
Many things fermenting in the cranium. Almost too many to set down in one entry. I don't want to give up on this blog, because it's been such a good tool over the last 12 years. I think blogs are far more useful than most fart-in-the-wind social media. Just as a diary was better for recording thoughts than phoning them to people.
 
Many things to be thankful for: family. True friends. The refreshing perspective of middle age. And a body that is always willing to forgive the brain's missteps. By the way, thanks to the workouts and the yoga, I'm getting quite nice arm and back muscles. I would never have credited this body for being able to look good, and yet: she look good.
 
I have a half-hour or so before I have to leave for yoga. What to do, in the spirit of the season? VACUUM.
 
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