You guys, I slept so well, so deeply, so late that I felt like a teenager. The cats strutted around the house meowing loudly, as if they’ve missed having a reason to sing out.
It is glorious!
But I kind of miss that timid, skittish dude.
Also, here’s something weird I just realized. After all the drama of last weekend, our crazy neighbor never did bring over the cucumbers. Was it all a ploy to have a plausible reason to look in my garage? And for what?
Unless he was looking for his pet possum?