I arrived in Huntingdon in time to watch the shovel but after the build up of ice against the bridge. It was still quite a sight. I was intrigued to see said ice nearing Ormstown the next day - all broken into manageable pieces and on Friday it had made it to St, Martine. I would have though it would have gone faster but it was so clearly the same ice.

CITY today:
The almost 3 hours of driving back and forth does take a toll - time and energy. But I managed to get some pots made yesterday (country) before going to my writer's group. Did manage to dance 2 hours on Monday night after getting back to city. Did a load of laundry yesterday, washed dishes today, fed us decent meals - and not much else. Today, plan to make pots here was lost in lack of energy. Computer and reading and, finally, making a nice pot of cauliflower/cheddar soup for tonight's supper. There will be salad also.

It is wonderful to see bare ground - almost - in the back yard and the cedars (3-4 feet) having made it through without damage, crocuses blooming in front.

I can deal with a tired day after a couple good weeks of energy but hope tomorrow is better.