The only way I remember it is when I use the adage – spring ahead and fall behind. We advance the clock arms, and we lose an hour of sleep. It is then darker in the mornings and lighter in the evenings. This is cutting the bottom off the apron and putting it on the top.

I don’t know why we have daylight savings time, but it means that there will be more light later in the day. If the weather holds, I will resume running and riding horses.

How did it get to be that I’m so busy with the book project? More importantly, how can I be less busy with the book project?

Making things worse – I have a tooth ache and an implant infection. I keep thinking that I’ll feel better when the weather’s better. I am generally oblivious to it but maybe because I don’t feel well, I am becoming irritated by, in particular, the wind. Today I went to bring books into the former banquet room of the historic Eagle Hotel, and it was like entering a very strong wind tunnel. I could not hold the door open.

Taylor and Alys

So I drove my car around the rear entrance and loaded the car up there.

I distributed books to eight places today. I got back to the hotel, and as predicted, at 3:00 p.m. it began snowing. I’m now an astute observer of the weather conditions, and I realized that I didn’t need to hurry home – the driving wasn’t going to be that bad. So I hung out with my friend Calle, and we checked out books on eBay. When finally I headed home, the driving was okay. It wasn’t that windy. Wind and snow together are a bad combination.

I got home, and perhaps because of my teeth problems, I ran out of energy. So I will not be working on my book tonight. I need to get going on it again. Time is really of the essence – this is what is going to keep this project from imploding.

And at the same time, it appears as though the world might implode. This is now on everyone’s mind. No one seems to have anything more to say other than the current political situation is bad, really bad. The big boys in the sandbox are lining up their troops and deciding who they are going to blow to smithereens.

The books will be on their way to Kenya this Wednesday. And as I have said repeatedly in previous dispatches, once they are on their way, they will be on their way. There is nothing I will be able to say or do once they are at the Port of Anchorage. For all I know, they could end up at the bottom of the ocean.

Ahh, I did not go into it, but the up and down nature of the book project is wearing me down. Better weather. This is now going to be my mantra. I’m looking forward to picking fiddlehead ferns and smelling the cottonwood trees again. And oh yes, having long chats with the robins.

Next: 66. 3/7/26: Hee Haw