Here it is:
About that foot injury, it requires no medication stronger than Advil, and I am seeing a wonderful physical therapist. If you're curious about how someone who has been known to take a bus for one stop rather than walk managed to injure a foot, it's this way: our yellow (regulated) taxis rarely provide as much leg room as an airplane seat in Coach class. Depending on how much room the driver has reserved for himself with an immovable barrier, you can find yourself balancing above a leg-and-foot space as little as 4 inches. No exaggeration, I once measured such a space against a 3x5 card that was in my purse. So if you're in a hurry and put one leg down and then try to slide across to get the rest of you into the cab before the light changes, you can put very strange pressure on the first leg to enter the cab. And if, like me, you have very long and narrow feet (like elves), getting them out of the cab one after the other similarly requires a series of unnatural and desperate balletic moves. There are still a few comfortable cabs on the road but they're an endangered species.
Anyway, the wreath and a few strings of lights on the terraces are about all the Winter Solstice decorating I can manage, and the lights are there because I never took them down from last year. Nevertheless, they're cheerful. As am I, now that the project is finished.
And to all a good night!
