Waning Wolf Moon
(note: Weather reporting has moved to the Star-Tribune WeatherBlogs and my two weather websites, all of these have links under Andover Weather + on the right hand side bar.)
Last night I watched a bit of the Ravens and the Steelers. As a Midwesterner my sympathies were with the rust bucket team from the Steel City. They won. Now I have a half-hearted dog in the superbowl. No, wait. That was Michael Vick. Anyhow.
Weather has become unremarkable. Ordinary, garden variety winter in gray clothes, brooding over the landscape. Though the temperature is more bearable, 10 degrees feels quite nice, the weather itself has taken on a dull tone. We like variety here in the Upper Midwest and our position in the center of North America gives it to us. There are no mountains or oceans here to mediate or moderate; we get what rolls down from the north or blows up from the Gulf or over from the west.
We thrive on change. When the weather becomes dull, it throws us back on other projects like work or chores. Come on sky!
I wrote four pages yesterday on Red Earth, my first person account of what it was like to become Adam. More today.
Of late, I’ve begun waking up at 6:00 AM. I do not want to get up until 7:00 AM, that’s the whole point of my new routine. At least for now I’ve chosen to lie there and think. It’s quiet, I’m fully rested and an hours worth of thought seems a useful way to occupy myself until 7:00 AM.
Now onto the mind of Adam.