Looking through journal entries from 2007, I see that I had planned a trip to Edinburgh just before my dad fell ill. I had totally forgotten that! I think that makes three trips to Scotland now that I've planned and then cancelled for one reason or another. That's almost as many as I've taken (five), a rather horrifying statistic.
I forgot to mention yesterday that when I came out the front door there was a pileated woodpecker in a tree outside the house, who flew across the street and the stream into the park on the other side. Handsome fellow! It was very springlike with the number of birds flitting about and singing.
It was not at all springlike today. It was snowing when I came out to go to work...
