I am layered under blankets like a lasagna because it’s very cold in Santa Cruz this morning. Last night, after steamed fish and stirfry veggies, Joy and I went out for Chinese massage. Then we had tea and chocolate and watched strange a Viking show from a Danish TV series. Vikings from that impression are not very happy people and they are continually cold but they deny it.
Whereas this morning in Santa Cruz I admit it’s too chilly to even get up. Indefinite day and time, the weight of a fog and cloud – the grey cold is fitting for the days that end the year. And I’m burrowed into vacation mode with nothing more serious to do today then go out to lunch and catch a movie.
It is odd to not be sure what day of the week it is yet be certain there are only a few days left in the year.
I want hot tea. And I am thinking of what my OLW (One little word) for the New Year may be.
It is something like this: