The cloud overcast has got to be very thin and fragile.  It is half blue and I expect a gorgeous morning when that breaks up.  Jim my oldest friend from Buffalo, New York is flying in later this morning so that will be good for him.  We can thaw him out as he said that it was 22 degrees there yesterday.  That’s ridiculous.

We have a walk this afternoon.  It is so springy on the trail.  All the puddles are dried up and leaves are pushing out.  And we have it cleaned up after all the winter wind storms.  It almost looks like a different place.  Come by when you get a chance.

I finished my book about the guy that walked across Afghanistan, in the winter I might add.   (The Places In Between by Rory Stewart). It is always good to read about hardship like that as it makes me feel like I got easy street.  The ironic and worst thing was that the guy’s dog died because some well meaning person fed him a rack of lamb in civilization,  when they finally got to Kabul,  too much high living can get you too.

Yea, keeping afloat.  That is what we do for ourselves and for each other.  I think at this point we are getting pretty good at that.  At least I feel the beneficiary of that kind of love and I hope that you do also as we continue to buoy each other up.

Well, here we go, meeting a buddy for breakfast in town.  Thanks for stopping by.  I’m getting to feel like Mr Rogers.  Thawing out loves, Felipe.