I’M NOT GRASS — YET.

It snowed in the night and it’s not melting. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving and plenty of people are thankful for this.

I woke late with awareness of a great burden on Montana, partly the result of the highwaymen who have invaded us and partly sorrow over the loss of the Montana we once thought was real.

I’m resisting closure to the point of not finishing my coffee.

Maybe later.