I feel as if I am coming back to life after a sustained hibernation. Got home from Minneapolis and immediately suited up and ran and walked five miles in my neighborhood, first listening to the white album (Beatles) and then reading a book about the Anschluss in 1938--hitler's absorption of Austria. Now I am sitting at my kitchen table in the best lit room in my house. The light is exquisite. It was virtually windless out on the road. The snow is hanging on but it is dense with ice crystals. My back and shoulders hurt in the way they should hurt after sloughing off ennui and car-restlessness. The streets are bare except for the lines of icy water running down along the gutters. I was able to read 20-30 pages as I walked. Now I will clean up and put on crisp clean clothes, and make rice and shrimp for dinner. And read. And work on my Roosevelt signage project.

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