"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that."
Annie Dillard
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Thursday, December 23, 2021
'Tis the Season
The door is wreathed, the gifts are wrapped, the cards are mailed. But there is one more sign that the holidays have truly begun: I'm having cookies for breakfast.
It was a matter of necessity. I needed to remove at least two from the cookie tin in order to fit them in.
But the fact is that all dietary decorum has broken down.