Saturday's postcard, and frozen field notes

January 13, 2024

In cold hands

It was -9 F when I got up this morning, in the January dark, to take my meds and get back to work. It’s now warmed up (9:14 a.m.) all the way to -7. Clear skies, a bitter cold, continental breeze blowing from the east.

I think for the same reason you don’t want to look down from a high cliff or a tightrope, I try not to get too sentimental o…