GOOD MORNING ON THE EVE OF A NEW YEAR
Glenn and Anne's hut at NARL Ah...I haven't written for some time now but somehow it feels right this morning. I'm sitting at my pine desk after a wonderful night's rest in my own bed. It’s wonderful to have taken this for granted in the past but to find renewed joy in it now. Contrasts and change seem to heighten a sense of gratitude for me, pushing me into a pleasant and welcome state of mind. I just recently returned to my apartment after enjoying eleven days of house/cat sitting out at one of the huts at NARL, the old Navy Arctic Research Lab. Big Boy, Anne and Glenn’s smokey-gray, long-haired, affectionate feline was in need of companionship and feeding as well as were the two fish in the large murky tank and the multiple, active, chubby worms in the indoor compost bin. All-in-all, it was a great eleven days. The hut is quite large although it looks small from the outside. I’m still washing clothes by hand at my apartment, a weekly ritual that is ti