Air temperature 24 F, calm, fog early but clearing. Hazy moon in the west, fading in and out. Spread some salt on patches of the driveway where melting had created ice rink conditions.
I recall a bit of bathroom graffiti from back at the architectural school, "If you voted for Nixon, you can't shit here. Your asshole is in Washington." Fill in replacement names as you see fit.
We have moved forward on the chair front, with four MATCHING sturdy chairs for the dining room. We've only lived in this house for over forty years . . .