No one had escaped the awareness of being meat
I should probably have mentioned I'm in Providence. It appears to be snowing. There is a gas fire making the shadows flicker on the grate.
readingthedark is asleep on the couch. The chances that I will have slept enough to be more than minimally coherent tomorrow are small, but the conversation was awesome.

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At least December is attempting to behave like winter. It lessens the impression of living on a broken planet.