These days watching time pass is like looking out a train window. You can focus on the scenery, but it goes by so fast that it’s difficult to take in. And should you look down, say, at a newspaper or a magazine, you miss seeing what’s before you.

I like looking out of plane windows, and as well, I do my best to focus my gaze on the outside landscape because otherwise, the beauty will escape me. It’s for this reason that I eschew the aisle seat. Go for it and the plane ride is much like a bus ride.

I do like to be above the clouds. I just wish I had some assurance that the plane is going to make it to its final destination. I look around and I’m the only one that’s worried. Either that or others have resigned themselves to the fact that death is a crap shoot.

I wonder if they eliminated TSA if people would take advantage of the situation and bring explosives and the like on board. I think that the more dictates you impose on people, the more they will, when given the opportunity, oppose them.

We humans are not very well able to police ourselves. This could be because we aren’t thinking about the consequences of our actions when it comes to ourselves and when it comes to others.

It has been a very quiet day at home. I was planning on going to the hotel, but the heavy snow fall gave me reason to pause. I also realized that I am feeling really drained. So I decided to stay put today. I had a lot of assistance over the weekend and yesterday, so my decision was timely.

I took care of a lot of BLBP administrativa, stuff that I should have gotten to some time ago. Lots of emails, some phone calls, a handful of dispatches. I thanked volunteers for their hard work. And I even called and thanked an Alaska Airlines Customer Care person for the good service that Pam and I received. It seemed to me that the airlines representative thought that there must be some underlying reason for this call. Yes, she was mystified.

I typed in the dispatches that I wrote by hand while in Barrow. It was fun, reliving the experiences and adding additional details. This is why I write. And again, I was struck by fact that when writing, I noticed what I failed to observe.

It snowed until late afternoon. Then there was a most amazing sunset – the lower portion of the sky was pink, orange, yellow, and blue.

I did not get the horses out because I felt so low energy. My energy level did seem to rise later in the day, at sunset, too late to get in a good ride because the horses would be wet, and should a snowplow come barreling through, it may have ended up being curtains for us all.

Tomorrow’s plans will also be dependent upon the weather conditions.

April may be the cruelest month, but December is the darkest month.

Next: 335. 12/7/23: Two Weeks