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Since I am always writing and writing I might as well make it semi-public. It is Christmas Eve and the wind outside, cold, is howling, and I am feeling that kind of mild dull sadness that I feel often, and most acutely at holiday time. My fat cat tuna is breathing wheezily on the floor next to me. Earlier I swam; I love to swim. The rhythm and the breathing empty my head and I can relax. The sound of the water is like a cushion. Above me the sky, and today I swam through a lane in the clouds.