It is still too warm to freeze, for liquids to slow to a standstill, static. But our movement is increasingly inward, to increasingly dry warmed interiors with their static charges.
Yesterday offered a break, a warm and sunny day outdoors. We had visitors in town and met them on the waterfront for lunch and sightseeing. Soon the area will be icy and windswept. The ski and snowboard expo was in full swing at the waterfront's trade center. But yesterday was reminiscent of summer, all blue water and blue sky, a flock of sailboats in formation on the harbor.
I'm in the midst of a slow cycle, a scrapping crawl. Work is painstaking and labrynthine. Mostly behind the scenes, negotiations and repairs on the condo continue, bubbling up irritants now and then for my immediate attention, irrational demands from the buyers. Last week my father went into the hospital with a GI blockage of some sort, but thankfully he should be going home today.
I'm hoping the New Year brings a bit more fluidity, in the sense of flowing rather than in the sense of uncertainty. Finances should be more liquid once the condo is sold. The bulk of work on this sticky wicket of a project should be mostly behind me, though I'm sure some of it will drag on. Meanwhile it's one step, one study, one paragraph at a time.