February 1, 2003
It was grey today, a little snow falling down. I was able to step outside to check my mail while wearing sandals. My feet did get a little wet but at least I didn't get any mail. The town I'm living in is also having it's winter festival; dogsled races, snow sculptures, purty things to buy. People are dressed in the highest regional fashions. Bright colors, mukluks, parkas, beards, jaunty and whimsical hats. I wore a baseball cap and my hair sticks out the sides like a grizzled crazy old man. At this time, I can't afford a hair cut.