the shortest day of the year dawned dark. wet and cold. proper winter. we had a garden of umbrellas drying in the front room at work and i got up several times to mop away the puddle forming under the door. after struggling through the walk to work in the rain this morning sharing a plastic umbrella i received free with a copy of Madison magazine last week, we managed to score a lift home with ruth in exchange for a harddrive full of new movies. instead of bonfires and chanting to celebrate the winter solstice we put some nachos in the oven and opened a bottle of wine.