Many days, many many dreams later, I creep back in. Not knowing why.

Christmas and birthday and solstice and massive shift in world consciousness taking place all at once.

Over the weekend I tested for UPenn editing. An in-house position in Philadelphia. As if! such a miracle could happen. Husband tells me it's very humid there.

It was 7 degrees F. here at 7:30 a.m. They predict minus-9 for Sunday night, maybe sooner.

Attended my first Friends of the Library Board meeting last night in my capacity as Bookworm Coordinator. Acquitted myself well, I think. More and more work to do there - maintenance and PR/marketing issues, shelving shifts and shifts in mission. A lot of educating.

Work to do here, as well. Books have been selling at almost an alarming rate, 3+ per day average (which means that some days I sell seven or more), all or most in two digits (and a recent one in three). Bills are being paid. I had a tooth pulled. BrotherB gets a pair of reading glasses.

And today, for the first time in many years, I will bake Cow Cookies for Christmas and mail them to my loved ones.

Finally, 'tis a season I can hang with.