We hadn't had enough of a warm-up for snow melting, so it's still quite a white world. This morning I found myself crawling up and over the snowbank featured in my previous post and can therefore report that it's amazingly solid. This feat was necessary because the pole and hook for the suet feeder came loose from its mooring--along with the feeder--and fell off the deck. At first I was worried they wouldn't be recoverable till spring melt, but after some ingenious efforts and a willingess to crawl/swim/climb through a barrier of snow as tall as me, I succeeded in rescuing it.
I continue to be excited by my writing productivity. Today or tomorrow I expect to hit a milestone.
Yesterday I was writing a scene that takes place in the building marked with the red arrows.
Another view
My bedtime reading is a novel in a category of fiction I don't often delve into and I'm loving it.
As I'm mostly home this week, I've been eating a small bowl of oatmeal either for breakfast or lunch. I add a few slices of banana and a sprinkling of hagelslag--which is this:
It's good fuel for my ballet workout!
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