Another storm expected tonight.
Big wind. Snow. Maybe 12". Maybe 3. We'll just see. Not worry. Just see.
Another cord of wood was stacked yesterday. Soup's on. Still, it seems spring is here.
And today's 9 is a raft. A small floating sense of home. Home as a travelling companion?
There were no nines on this robe until this morning. Which amazes me.
There were a lot of emails yesterday. I will get to them. Eventually.