they opened the drain in the sky last night. and so goes the time away into a series of wires and machines and we make cookies and set them to cool on the table in tiers. it is the time for cheer and wonder. we are some-eh-what bless-ed things, even in this failing market. even in this weather and under it. here’s to your house, may it hold you in its walls like a soft-spoken mother. and when we see each other we can say we saw this, too.