It’s week to the Head of the Charles and tensions mount. Roared out the door at six this morning and there was ICE in the driveway. The hell with it…went back in for breakfast…let that pesky ice melt before I go rowing.

Went out on the lake yesterday afternoon, when the rain finally quit but the wind was howling. Still, a nice row. Did not notice about a thousand ducks sitting on the water near a cove until, all of a sudden, they all took off with a huge roar of wings. What an amazing sight. There are rewards to this nonsense.