Day 211: Mail Call

No WiFi for most of the day here and it’s still spotty tonight. But there’s mail to open.
Eating more cold leftovers. Taking another day to acclimate. Or perhaps I’m really procrastinating having to put Pyewacket (or as Monica now calls him, Pyewacko) in the kennel I brought him out in six months ago. There was a lot of stress and blood.
Can feel a storm trying to move in. There’s a chilly breeze and the trees are turning up their leaves as they sway.