Perfect timing. in A small but passable life.

6:36am. 26 degrees with a wind chill of 17 degrees here. 50 degrees there.

Everything is on track, so far.

Yesterday morning I walked to the library. There was a thin glaze of ice on the sidewalks. It was a bit treacherous but I didn’t fall. Close, but not quite. Slow and steady.

I did a load of laundry. And then sat for the rest of the day.

I was already awake this morning at 4:45 this morning when Daughter and Liam Dog came upstairs, Liam Dog coming up to go back to sleep and Daughter to make sure I was awake.

After another half hour of lying there I got up and stowed away my bedding. The summer sleeping bag was stashed in my old Army duffle bag. The blankets went into the big laundry bag.

When I looked outside it looked like it had snowed a couple of inches during the night. Perfect timing, except for needing to get to the airport.

I went downstairs and put on a pot of coffee and fed and watered Asscat.

A shave and shower. I’ve decided to not trim the beard. It’s been growing for nearly a year and I’ve grown quite fond of it.

I poured the first cup of coffee and now here I sit.

Daughter should be here about 9:30am to give me a ride out to the airport.

It looks like I’ll be able to get everything into the carry-on and then just pack the empty knapsack into the carry-on. Keep it simple.

I found the answer to the questions: Why have a million people from the Mid-east, nearly all of them from Syria risked their lives to flee to Europe? And will they ever be able to go back home?

The answer:

That used to be Homs, Syria. It used to have a population of 653,000. A more than 2000 year old city now gone. And it is by far not the only city reduced to rubble, with all inhabitants fleeing.

This is our planet folks, nothing to brag about.