Events this week being what they are – the crisis de jour with the promise of more to come – and the weather being what it is – unnaturally cold here, unnaturally hot elsewhere, it seems like a good weekend to just hunker down indoors. Especially since it’s a weekend with no work deadlines looming. And when binge watching gets tiresome – and it does (I recently discovered Bosch on Amazon, and my daughter has us running through It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia on Hulu, plus detours to Acorn, BritBox & Netflix), or binge-reading puts too many conflicting thoughts in my head (Founding Brothers, Storm in a TeacupThe Woman in Cabin 10, & At The Existentialist Cafe all in various states of progress), it’s always good to have something else to focus my thoughts on.

Often that’s the always confusing Martin Heidegger, but not this weekend. It’s the kind of weekend where it’s better to remind myself of the obvious instead:

“If someone is able to show me that what I think or do is not right, I will happily change, for I seek the truth, by which no one was ever truly harmed. It is the person who continues in his self-deception and ignorance who is harmed.”
― Marcus Aurelius

Photo taken early yesterday morning when the snow first started to fall.