Netzingers -- Explicit coquina que est optima medicina.

Tonight I finally got parts of the old home network back together. I am here alone in Salem, so it has been pretty slow going on the unpacking front. I eat, I sleep, I work some remotely, but mostly I clean out and unpack.

The cold and snowy weather makes the isolation more acute. On the radio, farmers are complaining that the fields are covered and I can sympathize with them. If it were clear, I could at least get out and shake the chill out of my bones, and check out the neighborhood. Even the simplest things become problematic in twenty-degree weather with eight inches of snow: walking the dog, taking the trash out, getting out and socializing.

Finally some familiar things are appearing: the cookbooks, the wireless router, the rubber spatulas. After the trauma of losing two cats - Sir Guy ran out the front door and vanished over the horizon, while the next day Momo wandered out the back door into the woods - it is good to get back the familiar rythms. The breadmaker runs on Saturday morning, so that is primed with timer set, out of good old habit. This is the new home, where new habits will develop and become old in their own time.