Happy New Year to you and you, and possibly you, too. The world is different this year than in others, but Pete and I went for a walk on the first day of January with our cameras, as we have done for a long time. Unlike other years, I lost concentration for a moment and fell in someone’s driveway, so at least there was comic relief.
As I’m typing, a winter storm is dumping snow on locales to the south of us and it may move this way. When I went out to feed the chickens earlier, the air had a spooky quality to it I didn’t recognize. Even now, at home two years into the pandemic, new things reveal themselves. For instance, I have the nerve to turn up and call myself a blogger. Imagine the nerve!