Imbolc Waning Wild Moon
It’s cold again. 8 degrees with 3 for a windchill. I’m always glad when the weather gets in synch with season, at least the seasons as I knew them.
I had drifted away from working out over the last ten days, too afraid I’d fall over on the treadmill or bonk myself with free weights. Whenever that happens, I can get glum, down. I did, but after a workout on the treadmill this afternoon my mood lightened. Partly because I did not fall off.
The legislative committee for the Sierra Club meets via conference call every Wednesday night at 7pm. I’ve chaired two meetings now since Dan, the chair, is also a lobbyist for Clean Water Action. Some of our bills have begun to pop and the politics look complicated already. Gonna be a good spring.