Yesterday I cranked out a few thousand words to a story I’m working on and it felt great! Nothing but positive energy. Writing about something with no relation to Leftists or Wokeness was absolutely rejuvenating. So I’m going to start writing a little fiction everyday.
Spring is starting to make some headway here at the compound. I actually left the snow on the lower driveway this last snowfall and it’s melting sloppily on its own. This is big. By the end of February my back is usually pretty beat up. And because of this I’ve been very slow to ramp up my use of the rower but with the specter of snow removal slowly receding in to the rear view mirror I will start building up on the rowing.
One of the negative effects of the spring season is the reappearance of the black bears in the area. Last year they flattened Camera Girl’s beloved bird feeding pole.
This year she has vowed to pre-emptively take in the feeders when the local animal control warnings go out. We shall see.
And at long last the replacement part for Camera Girl’s beloved dishwasher has arrived from Wuhan, China. It took three months for the part to arrive. Something about interruptions at the factory. Whatever. There is much rejoicing and the repairman will be declared a Hero of the Motherland and our next dog is sure to be named after him.
So as you can see my mood is ebullient and even the prospect of Dementia Joe declaring another fatwa against me and mine just isn’t getting the job done today. Pretty soon the crocuses will be crocussing and the daffodils will be doing whatever daffodils do and I can get out with my beloved Sony A7 III and my beloved Sony 90mm F/2.8 macro lens and all will be right with the world.