It’s the last day of January. Housemouseish, I nibble at the edges of this and that. Write? Perhaps not. Edit? Here and there. Listen to music? It’s in the background. I continue work on and contemplate Silence(d), my altered book/poem, in which I demonstrate silence by excising, silence by redacting. Yesterday, I wrote a letter to the editor of the Globe and Mail in response to Andrew Coyne’s calling Liberals who do not want to send weapons to Ukraine, ‘the stupidest part of its base’. Call me stupid if it means not perpetuating the violent aggression we inflict on other people, other species, and the earth itself! Another kind of silence is shouting at a mountain.