Most of the days I was away, I took a photo for this blog or made some weather and terrain notes. As I unpack and catch up laundry, I'm putting them up in order of date, so the blanks get filled in. This is to entice you to look back. You don't want to miss a single nail biting entry . . .
And the guest rats have gone back to the breeder they originally came from. The rat family felt they weren't devoting enough time to their pets. So far I have kept the news from Steve that there are people. Who. Breed. Rats. I didn't accept the offer to keep them. Dorm rooms are barely big enough for a couple of students let alone three rats and a rat penthouse. But oh they would have so much fun eating pizza and listening to hippie banter!
I am finding re-entry to home and work surprisingly easy. I didn't think I would, because one of the things that's hardest for me at the end of time lived mostly outside, is shoe horning myself into time lived inside. I like winter well enough, but I don't want to be sleeping out under the stars during it. This week at the end of the summer is so precious because it's rather my farewell to summer and sleeping under the stars and when I have to go back under a roof in preparation for winter, I resent it. But since the rain clouds obscured the stars and the new moon for most of the week, I was more grateful for the comforts of interior plumbing and double spring matresses than I usually am. It's nice to have a choice. A lot of people don't. And tonight it is crisp and autumnal and as my mother would say "good sleeping weather". Sleep well, all, whatever climate you're in.
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