The words I write here are in inverse proportion to the words I write in the book. And so, like much-loved and much-read bloggers before me, this place quiets, stills, and is hushed some days as I write like mad elsewhere, and that is all well and good, for the other writing is my j-o-b, but still, on those days, on these days, days like this — I miss you. I miss talking to you and hearing from you and being here in this space with you, and tonight, I just wanted you to know that.
Merry Christmas, friends who celebrate the birth of Christ.
Happy Hanukkah, friends who celebrate the miracle of the oil.
Happy Kwanzaa, friends who celebrate the seven principles.
I wish you all health, and peace, and joy in the coming year.