Just a dusting. Been interesting to see the ground freeze and frost cover the ground. The earth here has been preparing itself for winter. And now it’s here. It snowed a half an inch yesterday and today it was blustery. I do not pick up the poop late at night when it is dark and yet to snow because I can’t see it. But I do see it in the morning.

The wind was rolling the manure balls around, distancing them from one another and making them difficult to pick up. I found myself growing impatient because I was hungry, but I did my usual good job of picking up what was out there.

Tyra is better. I did not see any splatty piles today but rather solid piles and some water. So we now have a routine that includes giving her a probiotic, feeding her hay three times a day, and not letting her eat cow parsnip or leaves. She remains pretty chipper. Still, I am worried about her.

No word yet about her fecal sample and if she has parasites.

Tonight I attended a Foraker Group Zoom Meeting. This is going to go on for four weeks, Wednesdays for two hour stretches. Tonight I remained at my standing desk. I saw on the screen that other participants were sitting down.

I also wrote a poem today, during the chamber of commerce luncheon. I do think that my now taking a math class and relearning the language of math is going to be poetically generative.

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