Imbolc Waning Bridgit Moon
Whew. Just got back from snowshoeing to the ridge crest, leaving from from a side door in the Monastery’s east side. Along the way I came upon other tracks, rabbit and deer I recognized, but one large 
print I did not. Can’t imagine what it could have been though it looked like bear to me.
I used to snowshoe every morning for my aerobic workout, a few years ago now. In fact, I worked at it so hard that I ripped a boot mount off the base of the snowshoe. That stopped me that year. I’ve never really gotten back to it. Felt good.
So far today about 4,300 words. A better than normal day at home, by about a factor of two, so I think this concentrated time will pay off. I’m learning how to work away from home. Not expert at it yet by any means. I left two chapters at home, late ones. I don’t know how I missed them, but I’m working around that just fine.
Working on the yellow pad is less stressful on the arms than using the keyboard on my knees. That’s a plus. So is the quiet and the lack of interruption. On the downside. No Kate. No dogs. Not my bed.
It has already got me back in the traces. What I wanted.
