Wow, we're a week into December already.

I gave myself a bit of a shock this morning. I actually got up in the morning and went for a run before breakfast. Very glad I did. It must have been a cold, clear night, but even in shorts and t-shirt I soon warmed up once I got going. The frost on car roofs made pretty swirly patterns; the frosted pavement sparkled as I moved; the pre-dawn glow of the sky illuminated Blackford Hill as I ran past, and lit Arthur's Seat through a muddy haze. The city was waking up: a dog walker nearing the Hermitage of Braid; a figure here and there with big coat and gloves; innumerable cars sitting warming up, vast clouds of noxious fumes puffing up in the crisp clear air. Breathe in gently, you'll regret holding your breath in a minute. Stepping past frozen puddles. Icy. Slippy. Slowing down for corners. Careful on the driveways. It's getting busier—the cars are ready now, off on their way (off to work already?). And then around the corner, down the hill. Past the Supermarket. And back home.

A wash, and breakfast. Feeling so awake, for once.

I would point out various animatronic holiday wonders to her (my fake enthusiasm can be added to the list of "dumb things the holidays have made me do"), and her only pertinent question was "Why is this happening, Mommy?" There were no good answers.

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