Inbetween...

Christmas is over but there are still some days left of this year.

I don't know why

but this year is going to be the one with

the most

posts in this blockblog so far.

Is there so much to tell?

Is there so much to read?

I don't think so.

It's that same old story of quantity and quality over and over again.

This is one of the last days of December and one of the last of this year.

It's Saturday night.

It feels like a Sunday in some way.

And it feels like an endless November.

No sun, no light, no sky.

Only clouds and fog and the dullness of the time between the years.

The tireness of extreme couching.

And the frog almost escaped in a nutshell.

Time for bed or a cozy blanket.

Read you on Monday...

The yucca palm is thursty...

And the fortune cookie

- not the one I want to save until New Year's Eve -

says,

Some things you have to handle yourself.

Other things take care of themselves.

Today is Saturday, the 28th of December 2019.