And to do what can’t be done

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I'm feeling somewhat blue. This may be due to exercise, as I commuted by bicycle, and it is heavier than during summer, because of studded winter tires, and there is gravel, snow and ice on the road.

Also, it may be due to the workload, which has been intense since the beginning of the year. Lots of choices to make, all kinds of obstacles to overcome, and work-in-progress things providing endless surprises.

But on the other hand, this blue is not unhappy blue. Rather, it is interesting, challenging, sometimes even meditative.

(Posting title is from the poem A Vision of a Wrangler, of a University, of Pedantry, and of Philosophy by James Clerk Maxwell.)