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The wind woke me up this morning. It also put me to sleep last night. It’s like having a personal element.

It was the same sound, too, that kept me curious until I conked out and finally got me out of bed at an ugly hour, when decent folk stay asleep. It sounded like a car door slamming, or someone methodically bouncing a basketball, once, every few minutes.

But it was just the wind, bouncing its own ball. A trash can lid, a for sale sign, something. It’s still going on.

I’m also still going on, as remarkable as that seems. It occurs to me that this is my 60th Christmas season, and...