Still here.

I'm living life through the doldrums of winter. It's 45 degrees and rainy. At work today, they let two upper management people go. Lowe's is restructuring their stores. Other things are in the works such as hiring a bunch of new people. I don't know what else is in store. We were told about this after the fact, of course.

I still haven't sown any seeds. I don't know if I will. I've got some that were gifts that I really do want to sow. I just haven't found my motivation yet. Maybe this weekend when I have a day off. Or maybe I'll try to get that tree to finally come unhung from the white oak. It's still hanging there, through ice and wind and rain. Todd says I should just call it art. Murphy's Law would kick in and it would fall to the ground. I'm thinking rope.

The weather has been better lately. It's been warmer during the day. It was almost balmy just before it started to rain. I moved my desk downstairs to the basement. It's warmer down here. I'm still cutting firewood when I have time. Mostly, I spend time talking on the phone.

I realized today that if I'm going to make this idea of my future come true, I really need to focus more on that. The garden will do its thing. I never had much control over it anyway. It's still here.