I remembered yesterday that I had had the hope that I might hear from someone on or near Christmas, and how that connected to a whole sort of bargainy calendar thinking I really should be too embarrassed to think about, let alone talk about. But, y'know, fuck shame. And (oy) there's still New Year's.
Jumped the gang into the Fifth Avenue Anti--Stuffed Shirt and Flying Trapeze Club.
Ugh, time to get the dog out again. There's no hibernating when one of your family members has to do her business outside.