Picking up the year's loose ends and trying to tuck them in, or trace them back or trim them off. The fire is fierce and hot, and there are sensible jobs to be done as well as dreaming, reading, eating, walking. I take the pieces of paper out of my in-tray basket, one at a time, and consider them. There's nothing overdue or overlooked, and I can see where to put most of them away. Relief. Next the drawer that is my
other in-tray!
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