Worked this morning, then went to town, cast my ballot in the federal election and went out for a late lunch with my sweetheart. Next on my agenda: try a recipe for “spaghetti chili” to take to the potluck tonight for Scott’s grandma’s 97th birthday. And of course, the neverending dishes must be done. Aside from that, I hope to get out for a walk and haul a few armloads of wood in.

There’s a biting wind outside the yard, beyond the bush. I picked up 10 dozen eggs at the neighbours’ on my way home from town, and thought I’d freeze solid out in their yard, which has fewer trees around it and is open to the north. Yet snow is quite busily melting off our roof at this moment. Peculiar weather.