Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Thomas Moore
HBO
It’s cold outside. It is colder than they say. I just went out to sweep the solar panels and fill a bowl for melt. I needed to squeeze as much power from the sun as I could.
I don’t believe there will be much more as the three big snowstorms arrive for the next few days. Totals could be as deep as an additional 25 cm or as little as 10 cm depending on where you get your weather information from.
I wouldn’t be travelling until at least Tuesday. Funny enough I track my Amazon orders twice a day using three different sources.
I gotta know where they are even if I can’t go get them. Weird. The really strange part is that most of those arrive on Tuesday. After the storm.
At some time today, I will have to chop the big horrible logs I cut yesterday. If I were really on top of things, I would be going out to cut more wood. It won’t be any easier to find the food or transport and chop as the snow gets deeper. I have to weigh that against how much pain I am feeling today.
I might need the extra time to heal.
I went out to chop enough wood for the night. I was told by a friend to not do anymore, which I sort of did. I sort of piled the wood, so I could find it in deep snow, I sort of got another bowl of melt for later. I sort of went out to the woodpile to grab the reaming two big logs, so I could get them closer to the chopping block.
Now I hope to sort of grab the generator and run it, but that may wait till morning. Breathing is a little difficult and I spilled everything off my desk onto the floor. I need to clean that up.
enough for tonight
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