Sunday, February 1, 2026, 4* F, 63% RH, 0803
Looked for unseen moon yesterday, at one point Luna a hazy vision, by 1900 she wore a halo surrounded by black not stars. Tonight, we might see Luna crowned Full Snow Moon if the storm allows. Soleil this morning, muted.
Unwillingly the three sit anxiously as I back out the sliding portal keeping eyes on them making sure, they don’t move, don’t knock me over. They need to remember training. Ruger goes past the scraped-out land surging through snow covering his belly. Six more weeks of winter. In Massachusetts a man set his house on fire trying to melt an ice dam. Multiple phone, email frantic messages from Kohler, check the oil, check the oil in your generator. This is no nursery rhyme. Things falling from the sky: alchemic reaction for loss of power.
Next to the weather monitor sits the yellow rubber duck smiling.
Photo: LJ Austin
