Winter Solstice, with solstice meaning "sun stands still." Thanks, again, to The Writer's Almanac for that, and the lovely poem "December," by Gary Johnson.
I will continue the holiday baking with Chocolate Oat Bars, requested by my daughter, a recipe from Joy of Cooking, (stained) pages 702-703 in my particular edition. These are the cookie bars I gave to my husband early in our courtship, which, evidently, made him think I could cook. (I can't, except accidentally.) The theory is that the rolled oats will roll away the sweetened condensed milk, chocolate, and cholesterol. No worries.
And there's a nice picture of the sun and moon on the same horizon, a thing that happened during that recent eclipse, over at Escape Into Life, in the blog, where I have posted a mini-review of Killing the Murnion Dogs, by Joe Wilkins, decorated with art by Phillip Compton. It's a wonderful book that crunched and unfolded my origami heart.
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