The shortest day of the year
Happy Winter Solstice!
When Jacques crawled into bed with us this morning, I thought for sure it was still too early to wake up. Trying to focus on the clock -- 5:45 or 6:45??? -- then looking out the window for a glimpse of dawn light, my body finally gave into the cozy, downy snuggle trio and sank back into sleep. Fifteen minutes later, JB's alarm sounded, but it was still pitch black outside. I looked at my phone -- the weather report still showed a moon and 11 degrees Celsius... where's the sun?
JB and Jacques hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower, and I staggered downstairs to plug in the Christmas tree lights, play Kitty Wells' "Here Comes Santa Claus," and put the tea kettle on.
Today is the shortest day of the year. Today is also the day we go to our new apartment and prep it for our move this weekend. It's the end of 3 years living in this bizarre house on the hill, and the beginning of discovering a new neighborhood, new parks, new butchers, bakers, and kebab makers.
When Jacques crawled into bed with us this morning, I thought for sure it was still too early to wake up. Trying to focus on the clock -- 5:45 or 6:45??? -- then looking out the window for a glimpse of dawn light, my body finally gave into the cozy, downy snuggle trio and sank back into sleep. Fifteen minutes later, JB's alarm sounded, but it was still pitch black outside. I looked at my phone -- the weather report still showed a moon and 11 degrees Celsius... where's the sun?
JB and Jacques hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower, and I staggered downstairs to plug in the Christmas tree lights, play Kitty Wells' "Here Comes Santa Claus," and put the tea kettle on.
Today is the shortest day of the year. Today is also the day we go to our new apartment and prep it for our move this weekend. It's the end of 3 years living in this bizarre house on the hill, and the beginning of discovering a new neighborhood, new parks, new butchers, bakers, and kebab makers.
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