I've been quiet since my burst around the end of one year and the beginning of a new one. There's nothing wrong. I just haven't been inspired. Watching a lot of football on television, including tonight's stunning trouncing of Virginia Tech by Stanford at the Orange Bowl. I had an uncle once who spent time at Stanford, actually living in Herbert Hoover's house for a time, snitching oranges from his tree outside an upper floor window. I saw that Condoleeza Rice made it to the game, as she did when the Stanford women's basketball team ended Connecticut's run at 90 victories. Guess she needs a little face time these days.
I'm presently reading "The Last Stand" by Pulitzer finalist Nathaniel Philbrick about the campaign that led up to Sitting Bull's decisive victory over George Armstrong Custer and his troops. It all took place in southeastern Montana, not too far from where I was born and spent my first 29 years in the Dakotas. Good book. If you like histories of the West. The Indians win . . . for a time.
So . . . enough until another day and some more inspiration.
Oh, almost forgot. It's warming a bit. Temperature rose to 40 today under sunny skies. It will get slightly warmer throughout the week. And that makes me glad!