December 21, 2001
Happy Solstice! A day of changes. And despite my best effort, work impinges on the day. The morning is gone, consumed by phone calls, but the door is clearly wide open. Because of this, I am still cleaning, not cooking, when the Solstice arrives at 2:21. I manage to stop to have an appropriate solstice dinner at Trio, a solitary figure among the groups of holiday parties. Although the staff is accustomed to my presence, I attract stares from all the other patrons. One is not supposed to be alone at the holidays, or at least, not alone and celebratory.