Good morning. It's 7:30 AM. I'm in front of Morning Fire 57. My first day off of two from the mail trail. It was a long 5 days of delivery. Dark to dark every day. If it wasn't snowing it was frigidly cold. The tips of my fingers are starting to crack from it. It happens every year. I think it's the mixture of cold and road salt splashed up on the mailboxes. I got out of bed at 5 AM and stepped outside. It was 5 below zero. I was only wearing boxers. I didn't want to waste the time putting on a jacket, hat, and such. Plus I take cold showers, so I have a different relationship with the cold now. The snow sparkled. There were some stars in the sky. And a newly waning moon was high in the southwestern sky. Still. Crisp. Cold. We're two weeks away from the Solstice today. I brought up how we lie to ourselves yesterday. While working out I heard a great quote on a podcast I was listening to. "We let go of our lies one finger at a time " It's a process, an ongoing one. That's what I've noticed. Well, anyway. I am looking forward to spending time in the house today. I hope you have a great Sunday! 12.7.25

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From the mail trail: Snow still sticks to trees in Springbrook, WI. 12.6.26

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Good morning. I type this at 6:15 AM. It's 20 degrees out there. The sky gray when I looked out the window. I think the moon is still up. I have to be headed down the road by 6:40 to make it to work on time. My last day of delivery, then 2 days off. I am looking forward to it. The days of delivery are dark to dark as the days get darker. Two weeks from now will be our shortest day of the year. I remember feeling this way last year. Gotta get through it. Just get through it. This is no way to live of course. But that's a conversation for another time. I was just reading "Time and The Soul." He was talking about how time escapes us faster the more we lie to ourselves. I work with a woman. She's well into her 60's. I don't know how she does the job sometimes. Sometimes we will look at each surrounded by Amazon packages with no space, laugh, and say, "it's all lies." I gotta go to work. I hope you have a great day. Morning Fire 56 12.6.25