February 22, 2021 I Think I’m Alone Now, the Beating of my Heart is the Only Sound

Well that’s not true. It seems that one sound bleeds into the others: heater, refrigerator, water heater, wall heater. It’s a noisy little house in one of the most remote places on earth. If you were flying over right now. You’d experience this huge mass of dark and there’d be little pods of lights, spaced far apart and one of them would be McGrath.

Today I realized I’m not lonely, and I’m content. I miss people but that’s different. I’m happy not to be in traffics or lines at stores or on a beach or state park with throngs of people. “Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.” May Sarton

I don’t watch TV. However, I watch the Great British Baking Show on the Netflix app on my phone. One episode per night while dining.

It was the coldest it’s been so far -35. The rest of the week is predicted to have much higher temps because it will be snowing. The full “snow” moon is on Saturday. I took a picture of the moon this afternoon in case it’s snowing and I miss it.

Today when I ran by the in-town house where my dog stopped yesterday at the end of our three mile run together, she was still sitting on the stoop. She knew she was hurting my feelings. She’s just stringing me along. Bitch.