It looks like it is time to truly get started. The rain has cleared, but the sun is not shining in all its glory. I have hopes.
I am excited for today.
My hands are cold. I am wearing my puffy and have covered my legs in my wool undergarment, something I never anticipated utilizing so soon in the game. I suppose this is not the Southern California desert, but the Northern mountains of Georgia. Having just spent 5 months in the humid flatlands of Louisiana…I may be reacclimating.
The thermometer looks like it reads 25°f. Can that be right? Time and temperature and distance all seem to me, on occassion, to be muddled–insignificant, even.
Time to go.
