Arctic winter, so cold that cars and buses stop running even in hardy Finland.
An old lady is sent home from hospital and I try to arrange for diapers, grab handles, nursing homes and everybody's peace of mind.
I have a week off from work but not much rest. Except some precious, quiet mornings on the couch with a brilliant, icy sun, the Farseer trilogy and the last remnants of Christmas magic.
I join a new choir and practise the alto parts.
I feel I have done much of this before, but decades ago.
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