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Sat, Jan 1, 2022
Good morning!
What’s New? Just kidding. The year is new, I know. This is my first letter of Twenty Twenty-two.
I am still in bed at 8:45AM, typing on my phone. My being in bed at this hour is not so unusual, but Celeste, champion light sleeper and early riser, was also asleep until a moment ago. We did stay up late enough to watch, on TV, people greeting the New Year, first in Times Square and then here in the Central Time Zone.
Now Celeste is softly serenading me: “It’s coffee time again / I’m gonna leave you / ...” That’s as far as she got with it. Her back pain has not improved, she said. She described her night’s sleep as “restless.”
At bedtime, a few minutes into the New Year, I looked out the kitchen window, into the glare of the streetlamp by Girodets’ house, and thought I saw new snow covering the area in front of our garage. An hour ago or so, I peered out again and saw a single set of animal tracks, perhaps a cat’s, on the snow-dusted driveway. I must get up and scout out the sidewalk situation.
I wish you a good holiday.
Love, Dave
P.S. 9:20AM. Haven’t sent this yet, as I am attempting to correct a multitude of typos, some of them my fault, but most of them the fault of my phone. While Celeste’s coffee was brewing, she returned to the bedroom to announce, “Driveway looks like ice!”
/end of message; this Samsung S21 has some virtues over my previous phone, but its autocomplete is wickedly independent, and its camera, I feel I must say, is unbelievably touchy, complicated, and uncooperative.
/END of message, for real, unless I discover something else gone wrong./
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