Sunday, January 17, 2010. The Blues. I awoke in a daze. I didn't get to sleep until about quarter to three, lying awake in bed from eleven-thirty onward, turning over and over in my mind the implications of Mary Ann's statement last night over dinner that sooner or later--preferably sooner--she would be moving to Los Angeles.
I gave up trying to sleep at about eight, and set about baking a batch of biscuits. MA and I steered clear of conversation until lunchtime, when we grilled some hamburgers. She asked why suddenly I have shifted from white bread to whole wheat. Same reason she did, I told her. Fiber. Fiber is the big issue in our lives all of a sudden. Jude is obsessed with it.
Otherwise it was a lovely day, and the non-stop freezing temperatures of the first half of the month have emphatically moderated. But we've had so much rain in the past couple of months that the fields of the Cool Water Ranch are not draining. There's not a part of the spread where you can walk without the being accompanied by a rhythm of squishes. This should fill out the spring foliage in the trees, especially the live oaks and cypresses. And remove any concern I may have about the amount of water in the aquifer from which we get our drinking water.
I returned to my cave and worked most of the rest of the day, until midnight.
