Buzzing back from those 48 hours away I regaled Linda at length with Sunday’s inspirational events, completely oblivious to the should-have-been-obvious fact that the Sixth of January

represented something else entirely – OUR anniversary – said obliviousness turned what should

have been a joyous and celebratory evening into an Evening Most Grim, particularly after the Temperamental Ashley filled the whole house with woodsmoke.  Most Grim.

Fortunately Mysterious Arrangements composed by dogs, aided by weather

conducive to outdoor dining [lunch, anyway] helped initiate detente,

but accompanied by [am I allergic to air travel?] the return of something very much like the Vancouver Cold, in this case an asymptomatic Malaise-ian Flu, the next several days, albeit

scenic, were rendered [unless one counts hours investigating Tundras of a certain age

on cars.com] completely unproductive. The Wolf Moon was a welcome distraction but as

the weather turned an unavoidable trip to Walsenburg took its

considerable toll as did Saturday’s nonetheless very enjoyable goose-soup-for-seven followed

by “Brothers in Art, Leonard Contino and Mark di Suvero”, a film Linda had in advance of Lenny’s upcoming retrospective in New Paltz, which is inspirational and enlightening if

one can find it.  Sunday passed quietly undocumented, staying warm and passive with passive solar, etc.