Tuesday, December 23, 2025, 22*, 66% RH, 0915
Nights of sleep that eluded piled into bed with me. If not for the dogs, I would still be sleeping. Perhaps I’m just dreaming I’m “writing.” Maybe I’m sleepwalking? Temp has risen five degrees since six; chance of 1-4” of snow dropped to 27%.
Thought again last night of a Christmas tree. I walk into the living room expecting to see one. I remember watching (on tv) the lighting of the Atlanta Christmas tree on Thanksgiving.
O Christmas Tree … O Christmas Tree you stand outside year-round.
Art: LJ Austin “Conversing with a Violin”
