Fog

[jhetley]

Bare ground again. I haven't been able to ski in weeks, but the roads remain wretched so I can't bicycle. Trails too muddy for a hike. Picture, if you will, a Portrait of the Author as a Caged Beast....

Actually, I'm being kind by saying that the ground is bare. In reality, it is covered by the revealed garbage and dogshit that our scant snow had decently buried. Humans are slobs.

But we still have chickadees.

Meanwhile, back at the manuscript....