Day3 of high pressure

And I knew it was too good to last. I hear a "fast moving system" is going to dump "2 to 4 centimeters of snow" on us overnight tonight. I hope they're as right about that as they were the last snow they predicted.

Though it is not yet, technically, spring.

Happy St. Patrick's Eve though. Tomorrow is my parents' anniversary. May they have many many more very happy ones.

This reminds me - I need to send them a card, even if they are going up north to look at colours and styles and such for their new house.

And I never did get all that stuff done last night. I should have known better. I did however get moved to a once-a-week physio schedule, instead of twice a week. That's a good sign, right?

Ah well, back to work, cause there is much to be done.

It's a long way ...

458 MILES from Hobbiton to Rivendell.
Total miles so far: 15.2 + 3.2 = 18.4
Miles to go: 439.6

At 15.5 miles, Begin to sing. Walk through a deeply cloven track between tall trees.
At 17.5 miles, Climb a steep slope. Pippins yawns (“Nearly midnight”).
At 18 miles, Camp - In a firwood just over top of the hill. Sleep by a large tree. Fox sees them.

Thus begins day 2 of their journey...
Eat at campsite. Water from a stream at the foot of the hill. “A little fall where the water fell a few feet over an outcrop of grey stone.” After 10:00 a.m. when leave.