These are very dire times. Most of us fear for the future of the world. If Trump gets a gut ache or is just generally finishing miserable, he could indicate that it is time to throw the nukes. This is just a statement of fact.

This and other wrong-headed decisions that he’s making are putting me and those I know on edge.

People may, like us, have a healthy food larder, but really, we have no idea as to how adversely our lives might be affected. Me, I think of all the wildlife and how it is being affected. Maybe the real duress comes in seeing a world we once knew replaced by a different one – one in which there is considerable suffering.

I was thinking of this today, as I was driving around and delivering books. It was a bright, sunny, but extremely cold day. Cars are a major energy expenditure. Sometimes it seems nonsensical to me, driving around and putting discarded books in bookcases. Then I get to thinking about the alternative, which is to take them to the dump.

I got pretty discouraged about the BLBP today. This happens when I think of how hard I work, and for how little pay. Actually, it’s no pay. At such times I talk with Pete who it appears has no intention of giving up on this project.

There are of course bright moments – one today was Ms. Alaska’s visit. She came and started to work on a video about the project but never really finished it. This is because there were too many people interjecting comments about our project and their own projects.

Miss Alaska was wearing a tiara, a colorful sash, a perfectly fit white coat and stilettos. NO kidding, it was like she was walking on stilts – and she made her way across the icy hotel parking lot in them. She was on a time frame – her buddy Linda came dressed up as a bee – as in bee a reader, and she made sure that Ms. Alaska kept to her designated one hour time frame.

I do not know what Ms. Alaska will do with the video she makes or the photos she took, or the books I gave her – I gave her all the Iditarod books. I was so tired that I wasn’t able to think in an efficient fashion, so I forgot to give her bookmarks for the books. She also took off with one of our better banker boxes.

She will be at our Bleeding Heart fundraiser on March 13. This will liven things up some.

It’s so cold (again) that I feel the cold – and I am upstairs – swirling around my feet.

Tonight, I feel pretty down. I am realizing that there is such a thing as not having enough time. This is pretty revelatory. I do not have time to run, and I do not have time to work on my book. Something has to give and I am not sure what it is – it could be me. Today it feels like this is a distinct possibility.

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