From the north.

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Snow, driven horizontal by the wind.  Large juicy snowflakes, which melt to instant frigid rain drops immediately.  I decided to give the ducks fresh water.  Even when it is cold, perhaps especially, they love water... so long as there remains light.  Clean ducks are warm ducks.  Although, were it not for the wind and juicy snow, it really wouldn't be cold.

I finally saw Susperia, the new take.  I knew, a short way through, what was going on.  I recognize my sisters.  I didn't know every bit, just the main plot and a few side notions.  No more will I say.  I would hate to ruin it for anyone who hasn't watched it.  A hint of sorts, to my way of thinking if not suggested in the movie, in the last sentence for those who follow a bit, remember, and connect dots.  I will now view the original.  All I know is the stories are very different, only with the same basic setting.  Know?  Well, have heard such said.  I was... satisfied with the production.

I also, finally, finished pots and pans.  However, I am hungry.  I might be able to fast but I won't.  I am having difficulty figuring what to eat.  I need meat.  I would have gone out, but not with this snow.  So I am thawing some meat, some of it more quickly.  Terribly hungry, mostly for meat.  I had a bowl of popcorn to no satisfaction, even with lots of butter.  Meat, I need meat.  Eggs won't do either.

I am hoping to finish the last of the laundry, then perhaps get to the bedroom for a bit of sorting.  Things are getting done.  Even, tired, achy, troubled, I am moving further ahead than backsliding by far.  I'll keep at it.  Later.