Yesterday afternoon I was working at the drill press, which faces the broad shop windows, when suddenly the sun came out, a sight I hadn't seen in what seemed like weeks. What a weird season this has been. Mom said April 15 was the first time in 74 years she remembers snow on the ground on her birthday. But in a matter of hours, with one vast, impatient gesture, a great arm has swept away gloom and cold. Today is wondrously mild, and the clear sky catches in my throat. I step outside to hear a song sparrow staking its territory in a deformed spruce next door.
Les has flown out West until a week from Sunday and left me with a few days of work. The past few weeks have been hectic, and I'm taking the opportunity today to be just a little slack, but only for a few minutes; there's much to do. I'll post more about that later, from home.
ubermunkey should be in transit today. I will take Monday to Wednesday off to spend with him. I suppose we have him to thank for this gust of warmth.
