This is the day it hit 70 degrees for the first time this year, yet in the hours of the night ahead, sleet will be sheeting down upon the warmed earth.

This is the day I heard there were covid shots being given away frantically at the grocery store before they should go to waste, and tomorrow I’ll wake to the slush and go get the first of my moderna doses.

This is the day I did what might be metaphorically called work for the first time in nine months, and tomorrow I’ll harvest some savory produce of it.

This is the day I tapped the last thousand out of the primary savings account, and tomorrow I’ll tap another of a whole different kind and texture and viscosity.

This pair of days, things are right now changing again.

Life is coming at me and I best be ready. In a week, I might be writing you from Tulsa or Topeka.