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7:59

It's 8:18 and I have been up since 6:45, reading the newspapers, most of the articles on the front page about Trump. I filled our bird feeder an hour ago and the finches are going crazy, four or five frenetically feeding while a couple more attack and send them fleeing.  At the moment it's 23º and should get up into the low 30s later today. 

Yesterday was a spectacular winter day, with sun and blue skies most of the day, the Chautauqua gray being banished for twenty-four hours. Because it was a Saturday, we treated it like a weekend, relishing in the fact that it was a day off, from what, I am not sure. Weekends are still prominent even when we are retired. We had a leisurely morning of coffee and CNNs Michael Smerconish before we got going. Evie wanted to shower and I couldn't pass up getting out on the lake and cross-country skiing. It was a good choice. Cross-country skiing on the lake is often a bore, more like a workout than an aesthetic experience, like skiing in the woods. The scenery is monotonous, more snow, more white, with only the shoreline changing.  I was out for only forty-five minutes, working up a sweat. 

Loving The Blue Skies

Making Tracks

Looking South Towards The Rising Sun

Heading Home

When I returned, it was time to gather up the trash from the kitchen, bathrooms and refrigerator before I drove off to a busy Transfer Station. It always feels good to go there and get rid of the trash, like I finally have done something that has results. Maybe because as an English teacher, we rarely see any visible results. After the Transfer Station, I was not very hungry for some reason so I had lentil soup with pita bread and watched my usual dual, basketball and Person Of Interest. 

We were tempted to go shopping but since we didn't need anything, we vetoed it and stayed home the rest of the afternoon. I am into my book, Presumed Guilty, and looked forward to a good nap. After my nap, we spent our afternoon as usual, watching some TV, reading, or on our devices, and waiting for happy hour.

We were looking forward to dinner, BLTs and chips. So after Happy Hour,  around 6:30, Evie fried up the bacon and made us sandwiches. We decided to watch a new crime thriller on Netflix that's gotten good reviews, a Swedish series called The Are Murders. We watched four episodes and were pleasantly surprised. It kept our interest and we liked the characters. After the series, Evie went up to bed and I watched some basketball, a few minutes of Duke, and then the first quarter of the Lakers game.