In the summer this would be considered cold but in the winter 40 degrees was a blissfully warm day. The boys didn’t wear coats and I only wore my sweater. We took Zorro for a walk at some point in the morning. We walked down the camp road toward the woodshed where Tim was stacking firewood. Zorro wanted to run over to him and Tim didn’t mind. They have a rougher way of playing and seem to know each other’s ways.

We walked toward the bigger hill and one said we could take Zorro down to the taps. In some kind of blast from the past I said, “I don’t think I can walk that far.” So we walked instead down to the dam and mostly crossed it. The ice had become a thicker slush across the water that would not hold rocks when the boys threw them. They found a drainage pipe where the ice had fallen out.

After internship tonight Ethan texted asking if I’d heard about the planes in Chicago that almost collided. I said that I hadn’t, wondering why there’s been so much more scary plane news lately. Their nationals team was on the plane that was landing. I was horrified to hear this and thanked God they were alright. I came home and played the videos as we were sitting down for supper. We did birthday muffins and a mylar balloon.