03/13/2016: Daylight savings upon us but it’s still dark early; a storm rolls in on thick clouds, rain, and shuddering waves of wind.
03/14/2016: Snow makes its return like a visitor who, after leaving, returns with a knock at the door because she has forgotten her keys, just as you’ve taken your pants off.
03/15/2016: It’s gratifying, sometimes, to realize that 10+ years of throwing words out into the void hasn’t entirely been a waste of time and effort.
03/16/2016: I get a little spark of joy listening to people complain about shitty weather in March in Montana, if only because I’m an awful person.
03/17/2016: I’m pretty sure I’d hate St. Patrick’s Day even if I were Irish.
03/18/2016: Nine hours on the road with my best girl on a whim to see swans and snow geese noisily congregate and I’d do it again tomorrow if I could.
03/19/2016: A beautiful sunny day and I made the excellent decision to spend a huge chunk of it — an afternoon hike, then sitting at the riverbank with a book, then evening dinner on the deck of a friend’s house — outside.