Dear Friend and Reader,
Short of the last few items, I’m packed up and ready to fly to Dublin tonight. This is the second year that I’ll be there for the holidays, marking the second time that Christmas morning will have a meaning for me, besides the usual Jewish ritual of Chinese food and movie theaters.
It’s been about five weeks since I last saw my girlfriend, and I’m really looking forward to some extended quality time with her; two weeks is a gift, a lot more than we’ve been getting these days.
As far as Planet Waves goes, the dynamic shifts in interesting ways when I work from the other side of the pond. We’re a spread-out team, and a certain rhythm has settled since I came back to New York in August. Eric and I are the early risers on the east coast, checking like finnicky parents to make sure each page looks beautiful before we send it out to you. This morning, we were chatting by 7:45, going over the Tuesday edition for Planet Waves Astrology NewsВ and ironing out the last-minute details. Anatoly, our web manager in Ukraine who never seems to sleep, dutifully altered the page as we hemmed and hawed.
Once my morning coffee has set in, Genevieve wakes up, and we share a bit of water cooler gossip. Sometimes we go on video chat and compare our bedhead before she dives into horoscopes and aspects. Throughout the day, I ask her astrology questions. Like last night, I asked her if Dolly Parton’s Capricorn with a Virgo Moon could explain her giant breast implants. (More on that when her birthday comes around in January.)