December 17, 2025
Bought chicken salad that I didn’t like, so instead of trashing it, I dumped on the front porch. In two nights it was gone– I’m guessing my big opossum. What a Christmas feast that must have been! Crows took care of the croissants that came with it.
I’m wondering how my days pass. They do, and I wake in the morning full of odd energy, but I write nothing here and my recollections are of thoughts rather than incidents.
Facebook threw up a photo of Maud in front of my Christmas tree three years ago. I wept bitterly.
DJ to come home Friday. His patience exceeds mine as the heavens are high above the earth.
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