It’s a snowy morning in Boston, and I don’t mind because I’m a fool in love.
Admittedly I am not able to accomplish as much as I would like on these winter days. But they are sweet, with everyone so close. And Harvard is made for winter; the whole campus, even Harvard Square, suddenly makes sense to me.
While I maunder pleasantly here in Cambridge, awaiting the Solstice, enjoying the last weeks of our time out of time, contemplating the tapestry of my life, other people are quite active – the New Horizons team just celebrated their spacecraft waking up for the final time; it was thrilling to just be able to pull up the Deep Space Network and watch the signal coming down.
Why, my beloved friend Rick Binzel was in the Boston Globe today, Pluto is so exciting.
The kitten is enjoying his first Christmas. He’s been surprisingly good with the Giant Tree that Bill installed.
Bill did not forget to pack the Shuttlecraft. Thankfully! Could it even be Christmas without this ornament?
My glamorous friend Kim Van Antwerp is also rocking life. I sent her a swank vintage scarf with a little box of love and she fired back no less than three shots of her out there living life in it. And considerably more stylishly than most would.
Sigh. Only a few more weeks left here.