It’s a gloriously sunny winter Friday. There’s a dusting of snow on the lawns and just enough on the trees to glitter. Obviously the animals have not begun to hibernate yet – the snow is crisscrossed with tracks. I’ve been able to do a lot of work on my novel, rebuilding the emotional arc I’d stripped out when I initially edited it with an over-sharp scalpel/delete key. It’s all a learning experience. Valuable and timely. For that I’m grateful. What I’m not grateful for is this bout of dizziness that plagues me every few years at the start of winter or when I get a ‘cold in my ears’. That’s what my mother used to call it, although I’m not exactly sure what it…

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