We’ve fallen into a very annoying “boom/bust” cycle with our Internet usage. We’re allowed 2 GB of downloads in a rolling 7-day period. If we exceed that, we’re cut back to dial up speed until we fall below 1.5 GB. With three computer users in the house, and occasional use by our nearest neighbors, we always ride close to the limit, and have gone over a couple of times lately. When we go over, we stop using it during the day until we drop to safe levels. But, once we do, we “spike” it on the recovery day, meaning that we have to stop again until that spike day passes. It’s become a cycle that’s hard to break.
That’s why I’ve been getting up in the middle of the night to do computer work. The provider offers a monitor-free period between midnight and 6:00 am every day. I usually get up at night to go to the bathroom, then sit and work for a couple of hours before going back to bed.
This means I was up this morning at 3:30 to see that it had snowed.
Unfortunately, it’s too dark to take a good picture. I didn’t stay to measure, but I’d guess we’ve got about 4 inches, maybe more. We’ve had a few flakes now and then over the last few days, and the snow level’s come down to a couple hundred feet on the mountains across the fjord, but I didn’t really expect it to fall and stick here. It’s rather pretty. I doubt Michelle will be pleased, as she’s been prepping the garden for planting. I felled a couple of standing dead trees up in the forest yesterday. I bucked one up, but the other will need to be swept or shoveled off if I’m to get it taken care of today. If the snow lasts, I know Aly will be playing John McCutcheon’s Snow in April later this morning.
It’s a typical Southeast Alaskan spring. We awoke to heavy clouds and rain yesterday, but by afternoon the sun had come out. A pod of killer whales came by, headed north, but then they came back south, then hung out in front of the house for a couple of hours. It makes me think the herring might be here any day.
April’s new moon is tonight. Following Mary Oliver’s Twelve Moons as a lunar calendar, today’s the day to read the poem, The Lamb.