It’s 30 degrees F here today, but the real feel is about 19. It snowed over the weekend, just over four inches of fluffy white stuff, very pretty for a day and now shrinking into icy clumps. It’s too cold for me to take a walk, and the streets are patched with ice.
Ugh. I know it’s a lot colder elsewhere in the world, and there are far too many other urgent issues that demand concern. But right now I’m just feeling stuck inside, when I do my best thinking outside.
My ulcers are healing slowly, a bit better than last week, thanks to starting antibiotics when I realized I had at least one and possibly two infected fingers. But I still can’t do a lot of typing. Which also helps me think.
So I am just muddling along, trying to make the most of this cold day without getting too stuck in the muck I can’t control. I think we could all use a shovel to dig ourselves out, right about now.
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