January 7, 2014
Itís later than usual, and I suppose if I spent less time wrestling sleep and more time writing, I would not have to wrestle so much. There is little to make me sleepy as quickly as sitting to write. The snow is piled up heavy against the house outside. They say this is the worst winter in twenty years. I remember that one and one before that when the temperature hit thirty below in Ohio. I was very young then. That and my father reading the temperature off the old thermometer hanging on the garage are about all I remember.