Quiet day on the homestead.
Put in some decent work this morning. Snow started falling out a cloudless blue sky around nine, then thought better of it and quit.
Caught up on a little bit or correspondence, a little bit of housekeeping. Later, read a nice story on Narrative, “East Beach” by Steven Potter. Also caught up with an essay in the New West anthology before settling in for a nap.
What a day!
K came over for dinner tonight. Nothing fancy, but it felt like a feast. Cheeseburgers and corn, key-lime pie for dessert…
Gonna leap in with both feet tomorrow.