a long work day. a late dinner. a fight. christmas cards. jazz music. snowfall is expected during the night. the moon is hiding behind clouds. and so is my soul. the 8th day of the last month of the year.

a short last night. tired. the candles are still burning. the temperature setting for the heat has switched to 'night'. my fingers are getting cold. i would like to stay up. for once. but i might have to work tomorrow. so reasoning is overriding my mood. maybe I should pull out my christmas CD's from the back of the shelf? the cat is coming downstairs, again. i put her on my lap and she purrs. what a relaxing sound. oh, and off she goes. again. 23 days and a new year will start. 23 is my lucky number!