There's thirteen months all in one year

I wish I'd been able to observe the eclipse last night, but we had total cloud cover till dawn: which reflected a beautiful light onto the snow, but I'd rather have had a copper-disappearing moon. Nonetheless, I read Roman Jakobson on the Russian futurists and talked, very late, with rushthatspeaks. Tonight I am in Providence with greygirlbeast, humglum, and readingthedark. We had calzones for dinner; we've read through the first two chapters of The Drowning Girl; I think we might be watching a movie for the rest of the night. We do what we must to bring the sun back. Happy solstice, all.