Holiday haze has been- ambivalence toward screwball romcoms and getting into the Wire and drinking tea to get over another cold and tech geekery and too much gingerbread and warm low-lit parties with cries of happiness of all sorts. Supreme lack of sleep. Rilke's really wonderful novel. Plenty of evenings with girls-getting-ready montages spooling out before them- a personal favorite. Espresso shots and faces full of milk foam bringing back entire lives of memory in a single cup, nearly every day. And tinkering with plans for the coming seasons, and feeling thankful for the good people who let me in their lives. Goodness you are dears.