The days begin chill and end warm-ish now. I've mailed out lots of holiday cards, including work cards and home cards, but hope to mail out more. I received a set of Grado headphones in the mail tonight, but find I must get a 1/4 to 1/8 adapter. I own one of those, but its location is a mystery comparable to the undecipherable passages in the Dead Sea Scrolls.
Lately my calls start promptly at 9 or promptly at 5. Conference calls bracket my days. I wonder about the New Madrid fault, which is all but forgotten. I'd like to see a bald eagle this winter. The moon is half full, like a glass. My wife made gingerbread.
I bought a book of birding sites in Texas, which gives me wanderlust. I'm listening to ambient music lately, of the melodic, dreamy kind. I'm exploring the Free Music Archive as well.
Did you ever see a December rain fall in big drops on a moonless night of warm weather? That is what I miss about the Los Angeles foothills--that and blooming ceanothus.
