Feeling Is An Autonomous Other

James Hollis, Snow, and Sick Days

Dear loves

I am writing you under a blanket of snow sickness. It isn’t me: it’s everyone else. I am safe in a fleece bunker in the basement. Two out of four of us have fallen. Like our divided country, will this household stand?

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a house divided with their literary tastes

I was hoping to offer a bit more solace this day. I have no words for the inaguration. I did take some comfort when my youngest told me last Wednesday that the 15th is Martin Luther King Jr.’s actual birthday (but we celebrate it on Monday for a three day weekend). I know they are just regurgitating stuff they learn in school. Still, I like when they hold the flames culturally in ways that matter.

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our sleds are holding up surprisingly well - see vid below

On a personal note, we have been blessed with many days of snow. I’ve also been noticing the incremental climb of sun back into our lives, and those few precious minutes while someone is prepping dinner and it hasn’t gotten dark yet are making all the difference to my psyche.