09-12-02 (69/88 F 23)
Still awaiting the change in weather in Tahoe; still denying the obvious turn it’s already taken. Had hoped to make it through Christmas, but the forecast for snow this weekend seems to rule that out.
This morning on the Wriiter’s Almanac, Garrison read a poem whose theme was that we’re always on a parallel track through life with our destination. So it is with me.
So it is.