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Despite having stumbled to bed around 12:30 (which is *waaaay* late for me), I woke up clear-headed and full of energy at 5:45 this morning. Thanks go out to my brain for having retained a grip on the "we are NOT going to consume an entire bottle of champagne, dammit" plan last night.

I had a long and sappy entry started here, about the wonderfulness of fandom as a community fundamentally grounded in giving, which was sparked by a confluence of posts read this morning (including eliade's marvellous dS charity story; justacat's thoughts on fandom; maygra's shout-out to friends; forays into various Yuletide and dS Seekrit Santa stories; and all kinds of people's New Year's wishes and blessings). But I lost my train of thought, and will set it aside for some future point when I'm feeling sappy but also slightly more coherent.

I had started leaving comments on the Seekrit Santa stories several days ago, and then it struck me that if I did so to all of them (as I'd intended) it would kind of blow the reveal, on my story at least. (Not that I think there was any *vast* surprise there, given that it was the only gen story, and that everything I've posted -- good god, for the past *two years* now -- has been gen. I'm quite shocked, actually, to realize that only by the broadest and baggiest possible definition of "slash" can I still call myself a slash writer.)

Anyway, I shall complete my commenting over the weekend. And re-re-read the extraordinary story Hth wrote for me. (*glowing*) Any maybe write a little. And also do unending laundry, having discovered this morning that damn near every article of clothing I own is dirty.

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Holy CRAP, we just had a huge flash of lightning and then BLAMMO! thunder rattling the windows. This does not happen in winter. Like, ever.

I stuck my head out the back door and it is pelting down freezing rain/sleet so hard the noise like being inside a popcorn popper. While I dig wild weather, I have to say that freezing rain is my all-time least-favorite manifestation thereof. Snow you can shovel, plow, wade through; but freezing rain welds your car doors shut, makes the sidewalks into skating rinks, and basically locks you in the house. Gah. Damn good thing I don't have to go anywhere tonight, and that the roads are not full of New Year's Eve drunks.

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I seem to be obsessed with babbling about weather tonight, for which I beg forgiveness, but my god, it's so odd outside. The ice continues to fall heavily from the sky and is piling up on all surfaces, big thick granular shoals of it like someone was running an enormous snow-cone machine over the city. But the air is very mild, and the sky is incredibly *light*. I've never quite figured why some winter nights are so luminous (in this case, it must be partly due to city lights refracting off of millions and millions of ice crystals in the air), but just now, as an experiment, I took a book out on my back deck (ice crunching underfoot) and was able to read fine print with perfect ease. It would be a wonderful night to go wandering around with a camera, except for the fact that I'd fall down and break a hip within three steps.