Absent a few weeks, what is this strange gap in the record?
No matter. Greeneruption and barometric miscreance, headaches and gorgeous days unreal in their allowance for porchsitting. I miss Cornflake. A good fellow, champ mouser and lap aficionado. We laid him to rest by the bamboo thicket where he liked to stalk.
The grass rises, the mower is broken. First coat of paint on the repaired siding. Daisy barks at something, and her eyes drill across the meadow through the morning light. Springtime, 2023.