day 137 It snowed all day. I lost myself in writing most of the morning and afternoon. The radio was on. I listened to Gaetano Donizetti's tragic masterpiece, Lucia di Lammermoor on the Met’s Saturday at the opera. The reception was lousy and the vocals swelled through static bursts into something akin to noise opera, though not quite. +++++ I’m giving this yearlong project a spin. Undoubtedly, I will fall and pick up again. Knowing this makes it easier. Still, I plan to show up to record a short photo and story of my day. You’re welcome to join me. I’d love it really. We can give each other high fives and geek out with a hashtag (#ayearofus), not because everyone is doing it, but because we’re doing it, together. Showing up every damn day to make this creative habit real.