Haiku 10 in These titles mean nothing.

Old lady cat waits
For the next day to offer
A place in the sun

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Me too for that matter. It’s gotten very cold. Google weather says -4. I will look at our thermometer when I go upstairs.

Gracie and I are in the basement with the wood stove. We started the day here and it looks like we are ending it here too. We have dry elm and slab wood from the sawmill. The furnace blower is blowing. It’s been not too bad - the house takes a while to really cool down. It follows the weather that way. Cool when it first gets hot, warmer when it first gets cold. After a few days it catches up to the outside temperature.

I’ve had a quiet weekend. A few ups and downs. Too much time on the computer. I cooked a little. I stayed in the house… except when I went out for kindling this the morning. I read LeCarre and did sudokus.

I had intended to do some work outside, feed the calves or bring in wood. And go for walks. But I didn’t. Do any of those things. I think that is probably what’s put me in a bad mood. Lack of movement.

It’s funny. We want to do what we want to do. And then what we want is to take the path of least resistance. And then when we do, we regret it. I guess it doesn’t matter. Tomorrow will bring us a place in the sun. We may as well believe that.

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I watched part of a bad movie. It was Bedtime Story and it starred David Niven and Marlon Brando as con men who bent women to their ways. It was remade with Michael Caine and Brad Pitt and renamed Dirty Rotten Scoundrels. It’s set in part on the French Riviera. Brando was a US soldier in Germany who needed money for his grandmother’s operation. Nevin a disadvantaged prince who needed money for his vague principality. Both relied on charm.