this is the view out the back door of my dad’s house in new jersey. my dad and stepmom and i have been watching Battlestar Galactica and drinking wine and eating ice cream all afternoon, evening, night, what have you. we have a fire burning. we wrapped christmas gifts. my dad noted that humans would never nuke a civilization, which makes them different from cylons — then he paused, then he looked abashed. i have a last glass of wine, and some dexedrine, and a glass of water, and am knitting a hat. is there a better way to spend solstice?
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