One month from now, I will be back at the Asylum. Unless I come up with a good Plan B. At this instant, I am thinking Plan B should be to just go back home. Do taxes. Visit Dentist. Escape. Thinking about going to look for northern lights again. I got lucky last time. But will we even be able to leave the country after January 20. Or will any other country let us in?
“May you live in interesting times” really isn’t an ancient Chinese curse. But it’s still a curse.
This year, I have had to push myself to go for a swim in the ocean. I don’t think I have gotten lazier. I have been walking about 3 miles a day, and at least one of the miles is either as fast as I can walk or seriously uphill. I think my serious ocean swimming days are over. Accept and adapt.
It’s not busy in the Village. Yesterday, the Trump Campaign HQ cleaned out its storefront. They offered me a free T-shirt. I said No, Thank You, very nicely.
Today I cataloged and culled my Sapporo images.
