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I finally saw an eye disease specialist. He thinks he knows what the problem is.

Even the witch hazel I had given up for dead is in bloom.

I fiddled around with the last 30 pp of the book and now, finally, am satisfied with it.

Neither of us is feeling social right now. We’re in the mood to hunker down.

The number of poems is almost overwhelming, yet I enjoy reading them.

I knew I was getting the poems this weekend so we didn’t schedule anything.

This week, I finally resumed working on my book. Woody has been reading it. He’s my harshest critic.

There was a beautiful hawk by the bird feeder this morning. Woody assumed it was eyeing the feeder but of course, it was more interested in the birds.

Woody went to a party at Tony’s in town on Christmas eve day. Ten different kinds of fish this year.

Hanukkah this year is very late and starts at sundown of Christmas day. It is also my mother’s yahrzeit, the anniversary of her death.

Shaman continues to guard the tree, he loves it and claims it.

We got the tree last Saturday and started on it Sunday for a bit.

I saw my eye doctor Friday and she diagnosed my problem.

About two weeks ago, my eyes felt very dry. That was the beginning.

I invested as much as I could in Kamala…hope, outreach, money… and instead of the better future I imagined, Trump again.

We’re going over to Karen Pasquale’s tonight for an Italian meal. She’s an excellent cook!

Thursday evening, we hosted Michael Hathaway and two of his friends. Michael reminded me I’ve been published in the CHIRON REVIEW since 1987.

This week the primary event was both of us getting our flu shots and our Covid shots the same day. We both had a bad reaction, as usual to the Covid booster shots.