Commuting

I hear the word and think of California, Seattle or Chicago first, then I think gratefully of my own commute to work. I often wish I had a camera along – like the Lancinator – and post some beautiful pictures here now that I blog.

 

Think Bill Murray in that old movie, "What About Bob", I blog! I'm a blogger!.

 

I love to catch up with everybody – after the kiddos are in bed and things are calm. What a great deal! It just means that you all have to keep up too – and me.

 

Which brings me back to this morning... I can't recall a more perfect looking morning. I slept in accidentally, so the sun was out. But the river from at least where Dufort meets it, was frozen all the way across and nearly to the round house on the point. (Most of you know where I mean… for the rest that is a few miles.) This requires near or below zero temperatures and I can't recall seeing it do this so early in the season. Anyway, the sun, the snow, the ice, and, where there was open water, the steam… Remarkable.

 

I was energized. Mostly I was energized by the sights, but some of it was cold inside the car – it never did really warm up. Some of the excitement was also the result of trying to drive on ice while looking at the beauty of Idaho.

 

The coffee tasted good at work too.