01/01/2017: I know the joy of a riverside saunter in sub-20° weather under heavy snowfall will sustain my mood at least through tomorrow.
01/02/2017: A beautiful male ring-necked pheasant was in my yard this morning, and he reminded me, after I failed to manage a photograph, that apparently the only way to effectively sneak up on one is with an automobile.
01/03/2017: I doubt the eraser was an invention not long in following on the heels of the appearance of the pencil.
01/04/2017: Fifteen hours outside of home today, zero accomplishments.
01/05/2017: It doesn’t take the smoky, sweltering weather of July to remind me how much I prefer the biting cold of January.
01/06/2017: Melodramatic quote of the day: “If it weren’t for loathing, I wouldn’t think of myself at all.”
01/07/2017: Night, the reach of my high beams sparkling with frost at their outer edges, and I reflect on all the life out in the frozen dark just trying to hang on until morning.