It felt like I was in the house all day, though I really wasn’t. Perhaps it is because I have been stuck inside myself. I raised my hand in greeting three times today when cars passed the schoolhouse. Jerry passed by first on his mid-afternoon rounds, then the Wheatland County Sheriff who has recently been circling the town almost daily, and finally a stranger in a blue sedan. These were my contacts and I was counting them! It rained most of last night and morning. The distance remained hazy all day. I felt hemmed in even in my beloved Montana landscape. I can recall winter days when I longed for a stretch of time alone, but I don’t feel that now. Even so… I choose here and the simple clean shock of time with myself.