Winter Cold Moon
Bitter this morning. -15. Headed toward a high of 2. Which we might reach and we might not.
Awake for a couple of hours in the middle of the night. It happens. Not often. This morning I kept turning over ideas for rewriting Missing, rewriting ideas spurred by my beta readers. I’m not ready to get started on that because I’ve got other readers yet to report in, but already the feedback has been very helpful. Their thoughtfulness will make for a stronger book.
This is a Latin day, a time with Greg. I felt better translating this last chunk of Jason and Medea and the time with Greg confirmed that my skill level has begun to increase again. I hit plateaus where I seem to slog along, not doing well, not doing poorly, then bump up to a different, higher capacity. This was one of those days. Feels good.
This afternoon I plan to reorganize my images. I’m on a two-week layoff from working out due to knee pain, most likely patella-femoral syndrome. Best treatment? Rest. So, I’m resting. I don’t like it; I’m very attached to regular workouts, but the long term is more important than the short term.