Three days ago the forecast for yesterday was “snow showers”. Which basically means little or no accumulation. Nothing to measure.

The day before: 3- 5 inches…

The day of the snowstorm: oh dear, I can’t recall. More. And a wide range for measuring.

And sure enough – the wide range part was right. The wind was blowing so strong it was a loud, loud roar last night: wind and snow combined. This morning, I went out when it was still dark (not too wise) and was one minute walking where the wind had blown it clear (nothing to measure) and the next, fell right into this deep drift that I couldn’t see because white is white before there is shadow. Oh man – I was covered in snow. No way to measure…

Once back inside after lotta lotta shoveling, I sat down to, yes, measure my art. What goes where. How wide. Etc.

And to contemplate what truly cannot me measured. Continuing on yesterday’s theme. Thank you for another quote, Mr. Dalio:

All great (businessmen) have bad patches: losing faith in them at such times is as common a mistake as getting enamored of them when they do well. Because most people are more emotional than logical: they tend to overreact to short-term results…I find this just as true of relationships…

True friends are the opposite. I got a lot out of my bad times, not just because they gave me mistakes to learn from but also they helped me to find out who my real friends were – the friends who would be with me through thick and thin.