outside, after a morning of steady, sometimes heavy, rain, the water stopped and the afternoon was full of wind, still without sun. rushing and rattling round the patio and through the breezeway (the back door creaking) and tugging at the brand new tarp on our rooftop deck.

But inside we paid it only the occasional, curious attention of the warm and lazy, for neither rain nor wind could reach us, for which I give thanks to whom it may concern.

merry christmas, where applicable; happy thursday, where not.

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