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Good Morning! The snow’s deep, the coffee’s strong, and the to-do list just got longer— which is just the way I like it.

For a change, waking up here in the north, we are in the midst of some sunshine, but it is a cool one with the temperature getting out of bed sitting at 13°F (-10°C). As the day progresses, expect some sun, then increasing clouds, with a high reaching 24°F (-5°C). Come nightfall, the mercury will dip to around 10°F (-12°C), so keep that extra blanket handy.

Looking ahead to tomorrow, Saturday brings mostly cloudy skies with a high of 26°F (-4°C) and a low of 11°F (-12°C). Not much change in the temperature department, but at least the winds are keeping their calm, making it a tad more bearable for any outdoor chores or a leisurely stroll through the snow-laden trails.

Stay warm, folks, and enjoy the northern beauty that surrounds us.

Highway 522 Report: The highway is mostly bare this morning, which, for this time of year, is about as rare as a warm seat on an outhouse in January. With the sun making an appearance, it’s shaping up to be a decent day for a trip to the city—if you’re in need of groceries, supplies, or just feel like reminding yourself what traffic lights look like. Around here, we’ve got two fine hardware stores, but if you’re after things like fresh produce or, heaven forbid, something fancier than bologna, it’s a good hour and a half to civilization. As for Ruth and me, we’re all set. We stocked up a couple of weeks ago, and unless she suddenly decides we need something, I think I’ll be staying right where I am.

On another note, I spent the better part of yesterday holed up in my old woodworking shop, working away on them flutes I’ve been yammering about for the past week or so. Still plenty to do, though—turns out, making a flute ain’t just drilling a hole in a stick and calling it music. There’s a heap of tedious little details that require a fella to be on his toes every second. One slip of the hand, and just like that, what was supposed to be a fine instrument becomes next winter’s kindling.

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the years, it’s patience—well, most of the time. I’ll admit, if you were within earshot of my shop now and then, you might hear a few words that’d make the air turn a shade of blue not found in any paint catalogue. But that’s woodworking for you—one minute, you’re humming along like a well-tuned saw, and the next, you’re having a heated discussion with a stubborn piece of wood that refuses to cooperate.

At any rate, I’ll be back at it today, hoping to make some real progress. If all goes well and I don’t end up adding too much to the firewood pile, we just might have a nice batch of 20 wooden flutes ready in a couple of weeks. But… well, let’s not count our flutes before they’re played!

So once again, it’s time for my morning breakfast, followed by our usual morning chat over a hot cup of cocoa. Funny thing, I never get tired of these little rituals—just me, Ruth/my lovely wife, and the quiet hum of a world that, for the most part, minds its own business. After fifty-some years together, we’ve got things figured out pretty well—living life how we want, doing things when we feel like it, and not losing a wink of sleep over what anyone else thinks about it.

Some folks spend half their days worrying about keeping up with the Joneses. Me? I wouldn’t trade places with them for all the gold in the Klondike. There’s a certain freedom in knowing that the only schedule we keep is the one we set ourselves. If we feel like working, we work. If we feel like loafing, well, the porch chairs are always open for business. And if the world wants to rush around like a chicken with its head cut off—well, that’s their problem, not ours.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, my cocoa’s getting cold, and Ruth’s already giving me that look that says I better quit writing and get to sipping.

“Until next time—keep your minds open and your stories alive!” GW