Friday
3rd cup. coffee. Going out with Mocha I did my best to say yes to everything. Yes to cold, to wind, to frozen snow and dirty ice, to the call of a cardinal, to failure to see the cardinal, to tiredness… It was all basically OK. I wasn’t happy, but I wasn’t deeply unhappy. In fact maybe it was equanimity.
Saturday
3rd cup. coffee. Walked Mocha out in the bitter cold. 9° and no wind thank goodness. Everything is frozen and dry, even the bits of ground that show at the edges is hard packed dusty brown with dead grass smashed flat. Everything seems dusty. Bleared sun. Matches my mood exactly now that I’ve given up the sense that I “should” find some meaningless entertainment on the Internet. Though the sun is getting higher and the days are getting longer, I can’t believe that spring will ever come.