Forget Todd, anyway. He rang up twice before Christmas, and both times I let the answering machine screen him out.

Slept in Saturday, and then doodled around at shop most of that afternoon, trying to dredge up some ideas for the business marketing campaign. I generated fifty ideas; forty of them putrid, but at least the other ten were merely awful.

Eddie sick all weekend, so Friday night I just went for an extra-long run. Nothing beats back the blues like pushing the body until the brain can't think. I decided to go by the old house. The Nattens were home, Christmas lights were still up and shining brightly. It was Epiphany, after all. They'd even wrapped a vine-like, monochromatic string of white lights around their mailbox post. Somehow it seemed right.

Goodnight, Journey.

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