Tracks

Wake up to a snow covered city. Drive to the jail. Go in for a couple of consultations. Drive out to the House of Correction. Go in for another consultation. Drive home while listening to the Wisconsin Badgers crush Wake Forest in the Mayo Bowl, 42-28. In the late afternoon walk to the lagoon. No ducks or geese. However, I see the tracks of their webbed feet all over the place. This is proof that they were here at some point today. Leave a big pile of seed under the Bodhi tree in a spot where the snow didn’t fall. At night go to Orangetheory.