Good night’s sleep. Woke to almost sunny skies but temps still somewhere near freezing. Hail from yesterday was still covering the streets and walks. Wrote until a little afternoon (revisions on “Desperado”), then headed out to the gym.
Passed along Mother’s Day wishes to all deserving parties, wished my buddy Scott Jessop a happy birthday, then made a foray to the supermarket to pick up fixings for a pot of clam chowder. (New England style.)
Clouds have moved in again. Mountains are covered with snow, and if the forecast is right, we will be as well come morning. Springtime in the Rockies. It ain’t what people think.