...and it's a work day. An assigned one. It is strange...when we are discussing working outside of our designated hours, we are supposed to act as professionals, who are paid a salary, but then we have designated weekend hours that we are supposed to fulfill. No great big deal, but a little contradictory.
I got my spouse back from Anchorage last night, and we were both happy about that. Her flight back was moved from noon until 6:45 or so, and we had to figure out how to get her back here after the planes were done flying to the village for the day. We were lucky in that the river has refrozen after the rain/melt event of last weekend, and it provided a surface for vehicles to transit. The trick was to find a vehicle (we do not currently own one).
I managed to cajole my neighbor into going to Bethel. He wanted to go to the grocery store and see the Bethel high school basketball game against Barrow. It all worked out well, and we saw a number of local folks as we ran errands around town and hung out at the airport. All chores were completed, and the wifely person was safely in her warm cozy bed at the end of the evening. A good nights sleep was had by both.
There is snow blowing outside the window right now, and it is kind of gray. We are getting almost 5 additional minutes of daylight each day, which means that the darkness of the winter solstice is becoming a fading memory. I should copy stuff and sub plans, but the day is about over, and I will happily return tomorrow to take care of that stuff. Because I am tired of hanging around here working for the moment....
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