Mil Joan died yesterday morning. I was told about ten minutes before my church service began.
It was maybe the most difficult service for me. I loved her.

She went to the hospital Saturday night complaining of chest pains. Sunday morning she was lucid and apparently ok. Literally in the middle of a word, she suddenly slumped. No warning.

There are moments in my mind when they zip up the body bag and she is gone. Recurring vision I can't shed. Stunning reality that I will never see her again in this life and world. It's a haunting nightmare. She died in the exact same room where my mother died in 2003, and on her husband's birthday. She was 100.

Last night on the way home from league, I saw somebody's kitty that had been run over on the road. Hit me terribly hard at this time. Unbelievable fragility of life.



The Peak this morning showing after effect of the blizzard. Across the Canadian Zone, about 8000 to 10,000 feet altitude, the brunt of snow with wind fell. Massive hoarfrost covered every coniferous evergreen tree in that belt. Below it is mostly snow free. Above timberline on the peak and Almagre, the ground was scrubbed hard by 100+mph wind.

Somebody said the temperature went from 75 to 25 faster than a speeder suddenly seeing a State Trooper.

Irreverently I quick improvised a new mockery song.
The Felon's a Disgrace.
Spike Jones; in your memory!