Work ‘till you drip, swim ‘till you’re cool. Then repeat as necessary.

Calm and quiet morning. Actually, very quiet—no sound whatsoever, which takes some getting used to.

Our remodeled water’s edge. High water and moving ice have given us a new look. I rather like it.

Nothing like an early morning paddle and row, as long as it is followed by a swim.

Two tanks of chainsaw gas to chop away from the pump house to Tyson’s, mostly the new lot. Skeletal cedars leaning away from land, and numerous ninebark killed by the high water, making for an unsightly and very tangled mess. While I did the sawing, Sue did the dragging, which is ever so much harder.