cold

Today the power went out for some time. There is a beauty to these winter days, even though the weather is penetratingly cold and damp. Power outages are de rigeur in the mountains, and I've learned to cope over many years of this.

I am very stalled on actually writing more of the book. Some of this tends to be needing a change of venue--I get very isolated in the mountains and sometimes need to go to a coffeehouse to work.
I recently wrote a review of all the places I've been known to frequent, but didn't publish it here, because of concerns about the person with ill intent who reads this blog. I had some interesting email exchanges with others about privacy and blogs. I think that what one reveals in blogs has certainly to do with one's comfort zone and, in my case, personal protection. I am finding it a great exercise in creativity to make up nicknames for my family members and so forth, though.

I think some of these musings today have been brought up by the fact that I have been reading my old journals today and cataloguing them by year. I am extremely grateful that I have a relationship in which I can leave my journal on my dresser and know that Mr. Strega will protect my privacy. It's good to know that--I keep a daily journal in addition to this blog (so I guess I am more prolific than I think).

Since my younger daughter is asleep in my office right now (those pillows are tempting to everyone), I am going to go disconnect my printer and install it up