Freezing Rain

Getting on an airplane tomorrow morning. Will be alone in a big-dark-cold-Brooklyn-house for New Years weekend. I couldn't ask for more.

...and the jacket that Joey and I had only seen in visions, on the backs of apparitions(disappearing in subway steam along desolate Manhattan avenues), was finally located on a crowded rack on the second floor of the woman's section... we put it on 24 hour hold to confirm that it was indeed stitched with the thread of dreams. Today that was confirmed.