And so we got our traditional three-days Internet blackout, for causes still to be defined.
And the orchard’s iron gate was ripped from its place by a passing tractor.
And we are snowed in, under a nice 1 foot snow cover.
And it’s cold as hell.
Basically, just like being in Outer Mongolia, without any or the plus sides.
In all this, I should be writing like hell, and I can’t find the energy – bad health, short of breath, and my hands are icy-cold. And I can’t type in wool gloves.
But apart from this, everything’s fine, as me and my brother hurl towards the first Christmas without our father.
These are not-so-bright days in more sense than one.
But we’ll hold on.
Karavansara 
20 December 2016 at 09:25
Hold on, man. You and your brother are stronger than this stuff.
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20 December 2016 at 09:36
Yes we are – but sometimes the mileage is hard to ignore š
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21 December 2016 at 01:03
I have been living in a spiritual Outer Mongolia for many years now, and commuting to work in a suburb I call “East Mordor.” I am sorry your holiday is not looking cheery. Hang in there!
– Commiserations! (or, “sharing in the misery”)
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21 December 2016 at 08:10
It’s going to be better than it looks, but thanks for your sympathy.
The season’s festivities are always a little depressing, but we’ll make it. Cheers!
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