Today is the last night the Christmas lights will cast their glow, a brief luminescence before Epiphany’s dawn demands they be taken down. The season’s end always leaves me torn — its magic slips away like a half-remembered dream, and I mourn its passing even as I glimpse the promise of the new year suggesting other possibilities and new paths.

I’ve made a few design tweaks: the links in the post entries now have default underlines, and I’ve updated their color to align with the 4.5:1 readability standard. On another note, I received a brand-new, pristine copy of Alan Moore’s magic book today.

For my fragrance today, I chose Frederic Malle Promise, and tonight I’m cooking tempura-battered fish fillets, triple-cooked chips, and mushy peas.

I bought Wintering Out by Seamus Heaney for my kindle.

This week, if it ships on time, I should hopefully receive a 5ml sample of Fendi's La Baguette to try.