As you are unfortunately aware, it was project time down on the farm in Virginia’s lovely Piedmont. We had sunshine for nearly two days, and naturally the residents here were stunned and disoriented. Thankfully we are back to normal this morning under gray skies spurting chunks of ice and unfrozen rain this morning, so we feel we are back to normal.

The Socotra Editorial Staff was prepared to rant about something this morning in keeping with the astonishing year we have shared. One of the younger staff members was prepared to launch on schools, whether they were open, closed or just fragile. Another seemed agitated about nursing home casualties, and yet a third on the manipulation of data regarding the climate. Older and more sober members of the team banished them to join the crowd of irate Irish homeless souls who have set up shop near the loading dock at the barn and returned to productive labor.

In this case, it was recording some of the detritus that has fallen from the upper closets in the farm dwelling, some of it unworn clothing carefully folded 41 years ago and successfully ignored since.

At a hasty pre-lunch meeting, the staff sighed and announced that there are additional layers of crap in the closet.

That is a matter that may require us to allow carefully masked workers into the residence to move more boxes.

It could make for a dramatic spring.

– Vic

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