I feel it every time I walk through you
For the first night of Hanukkah,
rushthatspeaks and I drove eleven hours from Boston to the D.C. metro area. We ate the sandwiches we had packed at a rest stop in Connecticut, discovered Kate Pierson's "Throw Down the Roses" (2015) on WVPH in New Jersey, and were directed by the GPS to drive three times across the bridge that used to be the Tappan Zee. My godchild ran out to meet us carrying in their arms a cat whom I had met only through the talkie window and accompanied by their boyfriend likewise. Two and a half years on from the last time I saw them, they are now an inch taller than I am and their hair is spectacularly toned violet through midnight blue. We had missed the timing on latkes, but had dinner of Peruvian chicken and plantains from Crisp & Juicy and talked for hours until everyone else peeled off for bed and we rewatched the pilot of Twin Peaks (1990–91). The Merritt Parkway snowed on us.
spatch wrote me that he and the cats lit the first night's candle for peace.

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It remains amazing television! We had watched two-thirds of the original Twin Peaks together in 2015–16, but not since. Also it was on Netflix in a normal sort of way then.
I came down to shove the croissants in the oven before Child left for school and it was very good to know you and Rush are here.
It is very good to be here.