December 32, 2020

Woke up after not celebrating or eulogizing, and saw it first on my lock screen. “Look. Weird glitch.” But her phone had it, too. And the computer. The Thermostat. HBO Max app. Front page of the New York Times.

Nashville’s Christmas bomb was the opposite of surprise. What giant did this year wake? Is it napping now, storing up energy, or raging somewhere out of sight?

Watched The Family Stone and longed for a cluttered house to visit and a mom who hasn’t died yet. Our place is so heavily stay-at-home organized.

Earlier this afternoon, armed animals knocked on the front door. A gray squirrel and overfed neighborhood cat standing there on the porch, offering to escort us somewhere.