August 17, 2024

Saw flashlights in the neighbors’ backyard last night, the ones who live in Raleigh. I went out on the porch and shouted, “You! Get out of there!”

“Asheville PD!”

“Oh. . .  Never mind.”

DA’s birthday.

Finished the rewrite of The Riding Fun House. Sat and wept with gratitude. It had come out right.

Leg slow to heal. Wearing shoes to the grocery was painful. 

Madame turkey returned last night, just before the downpour. I tried to convince her to live with her babies in my garden, where it’s safe.