I woke and the ground was wet, with the first winter rain.

Outside on the step there was a big box, slightly soggy, and it contained my first coffee roaster, my first order of green coffee beans, and some related accessories.

I put on real pants much earlier in the day because that’s part of my master plan, and then I took my first real official walk in months. The wind was chill, and tomorrow if I start a new streak, I’ll dress warmer, especially since by waking time we are supposed to have our first snow, on the first day of December.

On the way back home I bought my first real mailbox. It’s strange to realize that. I’ve had dozens of rentals with mailboxes, and I’ve had at least a dozen different boxes at post offices and mail stores. But this is the first place I ever owned. When I bought it, there was no mailbox, so I lived without one in this yard for more than a decade.

But Arizona changed its rule about addresses for new businesses. A physical address is mandatory and it can’t be a postal drop. Fucking statists. So, I had to fix that, if only for long enough to get their paperwork and sign it. I expect I’ll get used to the new normal, and I might even like it. It’s sure a whole lot cheaper than running into Prettytown on sixty bucks worth of gas, not to mention the ever-steeper price for the box service itself.

I installed it on a post that was there already. I used two long screws, and two bungie cords. I made a little card for it that says the number, and my name, and ANAPRIM.

I’m living just around the corner from the light of day. I can feel the deep dark solstice coming in soft and slow. When it gets here, there will be a turning. A vertere you might say.