Working again. Not at the old Remington but at my mac and notebooks. Collected some research notes and a have a meeting later this week with someone who will know more about the backstory of my subject. I can't write more about it because...well...you know...that energy thing. Talk too much about a project and it kind of dissipates before it goes anywhere.
move, move, move
I needed to clear my head and move my body so I drove to walk. The maintenance guys at the park have cleared paths through the packed snow and the sun is helping in non-shady places. The temperature at the bank read 25 degrees as I passed, but there wasn't any wind and it didn't feel that cold. I came home with a couple of vague new ideas and realized I have to make walking a practice again if I am to avoid extreme slugdom.
Another new pair of socks is finished and put in the FO (finished object) box (minus the Ferrari). I've challenged myself to complete one pair a month in 2013 which includes mates for singles languishing in various bags and boxes. I'm ahead because I completed a couple of other pairs since end of December when I took time off (is that cheating?).
He has finished a day's work
Placing his pencil in a marmalade jar
which is colored the soft grey
of a crumbling Chinese wall
in a Sierra meadow, he walks
from his shed into the afternoon
where orioles rise aflame from the orchard.
(Robert Hass, first stanza, The Pornographer)