24 rises 29.89 NNW0 wchill 24 Winter
Waxing Crescent of the Wolf Moon
The Internet is a strange phenomenon. It functions as a time machine, bringing the future just a bit before it arrives and churning the past as old acquaintances find you again through one of the search functions or social networking sites.
It’s a good thing for me, because I was not such a good communicator before the web arrived. I wrote a few letters, but I’ve never liked the phone much and the only reunions I ever attend are those of my high school. Now though with Facebook, Myspace and e-mail those old acquaintances are not forgot and often brought to mind.
Wrote about three pages of a new Homecomer. Much better. I needed to make it a continuation of the first two pieces in the Heresy Moves West series. I had conceived of them as a set from the beginning, but I hadn’t begun the other one as if it fit with them.
We have some kind of frozen precipitation coming down right now, but I don’t what to call it. Snert. Sleeze. Maybe sneeze? Frozen drizzle is so uninteresting. Fizzle? Hey, I got it. Sizzle.
I bought two new snow shovels. I have an unfortunate adventuresome spirit in the purchase of snow shovels. This time I bought one of a kind I saw used on the U.P. You figure they have 3 to 4 times the amount of snow we have, they must know something. The other one has a blade made of a tough (I hope) plastic that won’t snag on the nails on our deck–at least that was my conclusion. I may find out as soon as tomorrow morning.
Just finished a lower body work out and aerobics. Tomorrow AM all morning I’ll write, then watch the vikings. May Johnny Unitas have mercy on my soul.
