It's sixteen degrees here. But I'm getting back into the swing of Minnesota, and it's been a lot of years since I had to warm up a car while scraping ice off the windows, so misty water columnaries, there.

My aunt Jocelyn is going to be buried Monday, and I was handy when they wanted someone to read a rememberance from the family and one of Joc's poems, so I'm happy to have a part. She was an important part of our lives growing up, and one of only two people I can think of off the top of my head who were universally liked, the other being my dad.

Walleye count: 2 meals (would have been three, but the catfish sounded better Tuesday night) with a further leftover walleye meal in the fridge for today.

Why do we insert a d in fridge when frigid and refrigerator don't have one? It's not like we (English speaking peoples) are all about making things easy to pronounce.