Point Form: From Sleep to Wool

• I have set my sleep goal at 6.5 hours. I finally just reached it again on one glorious night — barely, but sill. It had been 18 sleeps since since I last achieved that lofty goal. In 6 of those 18 nights, I didn't even manage 5 hours although I usually came close. On only 2 nights did I sleep for even 6 hours: one night exactly 6, the other a remarkable 6:05. I must add that I had a rather good period of about 10 days before those almost 3 weeks in which I sometimes slept for 7 or more hours. I had thought that I had turned the corner, but was disappointed to subsequently learn otherwise. 

• The drought continues. From the trail bridge, we saw a man walking his dog on the river. You would be swept away from that spot in the spring. I told my friend, Nick, about this opportunity. He is nimble enough to get down there and find interesting photos if he chooses. It's best that both both Bob and I remain on good paths.

• Speaking of the lithe, fit Nick, oddly enough, he is the one of the three photography amigos who has had the closest brush with his mortality, but he is now as fit as a proverbial fiddle, and it is Bob and I who creak about. Nick reminds me of my ex brother-in-law, who has had two life-saving heart operations but is now physically active and goes through his days without much pain or discomfort.
  
  
• About once per week, we walk from Junction Park around to Tims where we pick up coffee. We then continue our walk past the police and firehall around to the the other end of Junction Park. On our way, we pass by the junction model reconstruction. It has appeared in my blogs in the past but not lately, so here it is. It's a monument to our history, but there are no more trains, either north-south nor east-west. At one point in time, you could travel to the Atlantic or Pacific by rail from this town.

The play structure is way in the background. That is where we start and end our walk,
and it is there where we sit to drink our coffee.

• We pass another building near the beginning of this walk (I am going back and forth in this post): the Wool Growers Co-Op. It is the wool grading station for all of Canada. Someday, I will take you inside again, as I have done in the past.

• Speaking of wool, Sue has begun her typical and next winter afghan project. Once September hit, she was ready to tend to her knitting.  I know it's crocheting, but knitting sounds and reads better, especially along with "tends to __"