Day 3: I’ve never heard Rt. 66 so quiet!  Just the occasional tires struggling to find traction.  Apparently as promised it continued to snow/ice/ whatever during the night.  It’s going to take some traction of my own to eventually pull me out of hibernation mode.  The dreamscape is getting into serious fantasy depths.  Do bears dream of past bear lives?  Somewhere I imagine some kids are sledding.  I did my time working in freezing conditions, so I think I’ve earned this temporary luxury.

But enough about sensible people.  It’s January 6th, with all that entails.  Ihr führer got what he wanted, and I hope he and his horde of vile bosses get what’s coming to them.  I wish we could all just hibernate until the violence is over, but then there’d be nobody to stand up for victims and resist the injustices.  For some of us humans, this is just an escalation or sequel of what they’ve been enduring for hundreds of years in this country, nothing new, nothing changed.  We could stand to learn survival skills from them.  Some irony there!