Heading out for some icefishing with my son-in-law and his two boys, their first time out on a pond icefishing. It’s now 9º, but supposed to”warm up” to high 20’s by the time we meet, 30’s in afternoon. I’ll get there early and start a fire. At least the sun will be out…?

They’ll probably never speak to me again.

Went for a nice hike yesterday afternoon, along Moccasin Brook through a pine forest to the Swift River, and circled back, a large forest preserve, a few miles. Did see two couples, usually nobody there. There’s shelves of ice hanging from the riverbank out over the water, from where it flooded and froze earlier this winter, and the ground is partly bare and frozen or muddy, and partly snow and ice covered. No wildlife to speak of.

My lower a-fib medication dose seems to be holding up, although I have had more palpitations than usual, PVC’s, which I have always had.

Woke too early this morning, but I’m up, so moving on with the day’s events.

Sam, crikey with that knee. Just show up at the doctor’s with a fake mannequin leg and ask if he can reattach it; maybe that’ll get his attention. Jeesh!

We’ve developed a sophisticated design for campfires on the ice. Two upside down garbage can lids on metal legs with wooden feet. It melts a hole in the ice much slower.