Last night we watched old western movies and lay awake talking about mountains. Rain and wind against the windows all night, and the air was colder in the morning.

This morning we woke up early and shared a cup of coffee with a slice of homemade raspberry and lemon curd pie – left over from pi day, 3/14, the first pie crust I’ve ever made from scratch.

We bickered about the metaphysics of personal identity and the no-self doctrine for what felt like several hours, eventually deciding that we have mostly similar ideas about this topic and that our appearant disagreement boils down to different ideas about what we mean when we use certain words.

I scrambled some eggs with onions and mushrooms, ate that with hot sauce and watched a documentary about navigation via topographical maps – got out our own maps and planned an itinerary for a backpacking trip in the spring. Over dinner we watched vlog documentaries about thru hikes of the Appalachian Trail. My heart physically hurts for the adventures I’ve never attempted.

Orzo and “chicken” parm topped with red sauce and mozzarella, a little wine and some dark chocolate for dessert.

The cat is purring, and I can still hear the train whistle even from here.