A grinding halt.

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Nothing was done today after an initial flurry. Tomorrow will be a bit different. I need to check the mail and get started on the water pill, get to the grocery store, finish a couple of loads of laundry, and do a bit more in the kitchen and house. I will get some or most of that done, I think... I have been wrong before, both in how much I get done or how little is accomplished. A box of chocolates indeed.

I did phone my mother. She sounded chipper. In spite of getting a spat of snow, and expecting more, I think she can see spring from her front porch. I have a similar sense. It is nice to talk when everyone is on board the happy train, though perhaps it is more important when we are not. When we are down is when we need it the most and want it and seek it the least. What fools, and yet, it does make sense. Who wishes to share misery? Well, okay, other than them. No one likes them anyway.

It is a bit chill here, still. And I suspect after chill, comes rain with chill. Actually, it has been raining. Spring chill is often worse than winter chill, though it is a hint that warmth is coming. I am looking forward to the summer. In my own home, near some places, knowing the area better, I really hope to get out a bit more. Even if I merely walk to the dam, do some shooting, swimming, or fishing, and then walk back, I will be somewhat pleased. If I can do that often enough to where I think a mountain hike would be in order and then follow through occasionally, I would be downright ecstatic. If I can get to hiking in the mountains several times a week, I will be downright impressed. That last is what I am looking for in order to prep up to longer hikes, overnight stays, and eventual winter camping. I dreamed of the cold winter wind in my face in the mountains in the winter, and I mean to see that happen. We are, indeed, strange creatures. Stirred to action, and epic action for me considering everything, by the stirrings of our sleeping imagination.

Well, I best get to bed. I have things to do tomorrow. Good night, Jane... Mom number 3.