This storm was predicted. Aren’t they all? It works well for the weather service, to predict a storm, because then everyone is forewarned. But if they fail to predict a storm, they immediately are in everyone’s disfavor. It’s sort of like the question of there being, or not being, a heaven. Best to think that there is one because if not, you will be labeled a disbeliever and sent to Hell, which is a terrible place to be.

And then there’s purgatory, which I picture as smelling like ether and having pale green walls.

Shadow with the cars

So I had planned on going to town, and I had my list of things to do on hand. I was going in because I had scheduled a meeting that on my part, then on another person’s part, had been cancelled twice already. But she called and cancelled.

I had one other appointment. I cancelled it.

Pete has a real job, and so he hopped in his very reliable car and drove to work. I hope that they cancel the later in the day classes. This is because he won’t get done with his evening class until late this evening. By then it very well may be that the precipitation will be a rain/snow mix. Yuck.

Being the executive director of the Bright Lights Book Project is like having a real job except for the fact that there’s no pay involved. I am working too hard for this not to change, and it will.

I am really glad that yesterday I did go to town and put labels on the books going to Utqiaġvik. I also got the books ready for Saturday’s event.

Even so, I am now in the process of reconstructing my day. What helps is that it isn’t too cold out, there is a fire in the woodstove, and I have new warm socks on.

Little things that are potentially big things. We human beings can only exist comfortably in a limited temperature degree range, unlike, say, horses and dogs. This temperature range is between 40 F and 80 F degrees. Higher or lower and we start to feel uncomfortable and complain. And much higher and much lower and it’s curtains for us.

So yes, I’m now making the transition to being homebound today.

I don’t think I was ever adept at making transitions, mainly going from one place to another. And I think that now that I’m older, that it’s gotten more difficult. I suspect this because I now realize it.

Would I again want to have the body and mind that I had when I was twenty? Absolutely. If I had the foresight to know what life would be like at an older age, I would do things differently.

It’s just too bad we can’t go back in time mentally and physically, at will. This would make for a good book.

I haven’t had an ideas day in some time. Today’s circumstances are such that this would be a good day for this. However, I don’t think that this is going to happen.

Next: 55. 2/24/23: A Day in Los Anchorage