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Went hiking again today. Our intrepid leader, Walter, took us to another trail. This one didn’t lead to aspen meadows. It did, however, wind back and forth across a rushing mountain stream every few hundred feet.

At this moment, as I type this, I am sitting in the large common room at Rio Hondo deep in the Taos ski valley. Outside, snow is falling in a heavy, thundering squall.

Terrific day yesterday. I had dinner at my favorite Thai restaurant with some of my favorite people, and then I did a reading at the monthly meeting of the Albuquerque Science Fiction Society. And— I was not booed out of the room.

I walk to work almost every day. But I frequently use that time to daydream about my various writing projects, so maybe I don’t notice my surroundings quite as closely as I should.