In these photographs, perhaps people will understand why I sometimes rush outdoors naked, even when the temperature is 9 degrees. I hop into boots and put a cap on if one is handy. Maria was startled to see me standing next to the porch with my camera. She did laugh.

The sun is only in this low position for a minute or two. It is cold again here, but it feels normal for February, unlike last week’s arctic blast.

Actually, I find going out in that cold invigorating. It wakes me up and sharpens my writing.  And no, I’m not going to try this at the ocean.

I canceled the trip to Bishop Gibbons today; everyone there has Covid or other illnesses. Not safe for me.  Sue Silverstein has gotten Covid five times; she is made of steel. But she is also tired.

We’ll try again in a few days. I’m finally getting over the many Covid symptoms and disruptions; my doctor has alerted me to a new miracle blood monitor that allows my Iphone to replace all those tabs and finger stickers. That has helped me understand how eating affects the disease—an amazing thing.

I’ll write about it this morning.

It took me months to get back to normal after Covid had my diabetes going crazy. I think I’m just about there.

I am drawn to the way the sun lightens the pasture in a way that highlights the sheep and other animals.

Mother Nature’s Bedroom Winter Art. It’s a pleasure to wake up in our bedroom when the sun comes up.