February 13, 2025

Lousy day for photographs, but a nice day for visits.  
Kora came and hung a little.  There's so much to talk about.
I'm so blessed.


I had no ability to focus today.  I did a lot but I don't think I completed any one task.  There's a load of laundry half folded and some to be hung up.  The garbage was placed on the curbside and a new bag finally installed at 8 o'clock tonight.  I am exhausted, but I've done nothing really.  My neighbor, John, plowed me out, but my car is immobile.  I got the mail and actually threw out the extra garbage.  Started a graph and an idea for a new business helping other writers submit their work, in doing so, I sent in two submissions.  I did all of this together, no one thing at a time for me.  Heaven forbid. It's kind of amazing anything was complete.  And the list of what did not get finished is much longer including the paperwork I need to complete in regards to the house. 


This evening Clara brought me a quesadilla and ate with me.  It's so nice to have company at dinner time.  It's very civilized, and there's not a lot of civilized occurrences happening these days.


photo by Cathy King


Cathy and I both love shooting the moon.  Her camera is better suited for this type of shot.  I love seeing the craters.  I'm going to try to get out there next month.  I didn't really get anything in the past couple of days, mainly due to the weather.   Monday night's sky was gorgeous, Cathy must have taken this then.   I didn't get a good one.   So I asked Cathy if I could post hers.  Thanks, Cathy, great shot



Definitely woke up in ice this morning.





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