My little granddaughter explaining why she doesn’t like white cars: “They look too much like paper.” Shipping off half a dozen softies to Keepers Korner . . . discovering how much Silvery Lizard and I have in common . . . reading my depressing old journals and realizing how far I’ve come since recording all those dreary dark thoughts and emotions . . . spending the holiday with my sons and grandkids . . . and witnessing the first winter snow.