This is how I felt today as I bounced from one seemingly disparate thing to another. I wasn’t aware of the analogy until later in the day, when it came to me. It remained most fitting.

I did my morning chores, now in the daylight, then answered several emails. I felt kind of crappy, so I laid down on my bed and finished the book I was reading, On the Edge, by Spike Walker. Now I know about the king crab industry as it was in the late 1980s.

The crab population was decimated. And in the years following, several fishermen lost their lives at sea. This had to be karmic justice.

How come humans are so oblivious to the fact that over predation has its consequences? Why can’t we conserve what we have?

This book was more of an account of the times rather than an analysis.

I was thinking these very thoughts as I headed to town and distributed books at the DMV and Brough building.

I then went to the Alaska Pioneer Home because they’d called and said that they had additional books that I had not taken the other day. I was shown where these books were – they had gotten mixed up with our books shortly after I dropped off ours.

The activities director appeared and explained that this was the way it was, in near excruciating detail. I listened, and she talked. I glanced at a wall clock and realized that oh oh I was not going to have time to go swimming.

So I went back to the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel and resumed categorizing the nonfiction books. There were just three volunteers in the afternoon – at 2:45 p.m. I slipped out and went to my physical therapy appointment.

This is now as much a social event as it is a physical therapy session. I tell stories to whoever is working with me – Holly or Susan – they seem to enjoy hearing what I have to say. And I am adept at putting a humorous spin on things.

I returned to the hotel after making the next few appointments and met up with Susan, who organized the past December’s Quilt silent auction. We went across the street to the coffee shop - - she had coffee ,and I had hot chocolate.

We sat on a poofy couch and talked and got caught up, for we hadn’t seen one another in a while. I seldom do this, but with the place across the street, I may make this my office. I do not have one in the former banquet room.

I got back just in time for the BLBP Board Meeting. As meetings go, this was a good one.

I left the hotel at 8:00 p.m., and it was, amazingly, still light out.

Next: 98. 4/9/25: Blustery and Cold