It’s warmed up: we’re no longer in the polar death grip.
I split some wood: necessary but wearing.
Canceled Thursday’s dentist appointment: between feeling generally awful and the increased COVID risk, not worth it.
Snowing today: I’ll have to clear the driveway again before going anywhere.
Everything on hold: war is long periods of boredom between short periods of excitement.
Nothing good to take pictures of: took pictures anyway.
All pictures taken with the reluctant Nikon P610. I don’t like any of them.
I had a lot more to say, but have decided against saying it.
Zur hölle mit alles.