This must be a more hopeful week, a milder and gentler week, a less eventful week, while still a week to get things done. We need a better year, and we’ll have it too… eventually. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of our lives. Whether we deserve it or not, we’ve got it coming. Ya’ think?

I completed a draft of our taxes yesterday. That wasn’t too bad, even though I didn’t have all the stuff I need. But since I can’t submit till the middle of next month (the IRS is running behind), I will complete the forms all over again in a couple of weeks to check for errors. Just in case. (Because, seriously, the forms have been changing each year which means I actually have to read all the instructions every year.)

I’ve only woven twenty-some inches on the new warp. It’s getting done as I figure out the colors a half inch at a time.

We got out for a walk this morning between pouring rain and snow on the coast range. We managed more than a half mile onshore without getting run over by a wave. Sometimes it was close.

Our friend’s medical appointment went well this morning—no major intervention and everything is functioning again.

Some politicians are already blaming others for not working across the aisle even though that first group has never made any effort to even talk to the others in the past years.

And we shouldn’t prosecute criminals, according to that party that has been whining about law-and-order for . . . ever. Because why exactly?

The new Cabinet is being confirmed, we’re insisting people from infectious areas prove they are not sick, the feds are going into war-mode to ensure supplies necessary to inoculate an entire country are available, and Harriet Tubman is going on the $20 bill.

The little dog that came to the ER every day, all day, for days was finally rewarded when her elderly person was released from the hospital. That happy story was in Turkey.

Right here in the front yard, a flock of birds landed and pecked at the ground. They are finding something to eat. Seeds or crumbs or new tiny seedlings. The jay came by and was underwhelmed.

I am reading a good book with an abomination for a cover design—the designer drew in a cartoon fishtail with a completely fake wave pattern on a painting by a famous, deceased painter. This should result in serious demerits.

And I am watching Season 2 of The Magicians in order to calm down.

It must be a Monday.

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