Hello, It’s 9.47pm: ‘tis the season, solstice, and start of winter. I had intended to collect little pieces from the 17 (!) weekly letters I’ve written since August (that’s unusual consistency for me), then explain my new pattern when writing them henceforth. It’s fitting, then, that a stomach bug, a series of days without pause with work, stuttering sleep, and a generally low mood — usual for me this time of year — kept that plan from happening. Put simply, how I’ve done this so doesn’t acknowledge that it’s rare for me to get a full week each week.