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I know I have promised my morose Christmas letter. I should have done it today, the longest day of the year and the day I feel most morose. But I am burning candles to bring back the sun and feeling hopeful, so, I dunno, maybe I'll do a morose year-end wrapup. Hannah et al arrive tomorrow so may not do much in the coming days—and may not feel morose—but I'll try to pull it out of the oven.
A sign of latent moroseness: confusion. Winter solstice is the shortest day of the year, not the longest.
ReplyDeleteIt’s the longest night of the year though, ja boyo.
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