Maurice was playing in the hallway last night which is NOT like her and I went to check and see what the hell she was playing with and it was a perfect squirrel tail, clean and fine in every detail. Where the squirrel may be is a mystery. She couldn't have eaten the entire thing. I was a bit horrified but not shocked while Mr. Moon thought it was charming. "I think we should tie a string on it to make a toy for her," he said, and I said, "If she brings that thing into the bed tonight you are not going to believe the reaction I'm going to have."
But today is a new day and as far as I know, there is no squirrel tail in the bed and in very fine news indeed, Billy got his bandages off yesterday and he is SO happy with his new manly chest and he'll be flying home tonight.
I'm going to town to Costco shop with at least one of my kids and also go to lunch with Lily and the boys and hopefully Jessie and maybe Hank- who knows? And I have a dentist follow-up at 2:30 and I want that to be OVER WITH and I need to go to the library and so it's a busy, beautiful day, the rain water still dripping off the leaves, the birds at the feeder, the chickens ready to come out of the run to begin their day's work of pooping on my porches and hopefully laying a few eggs, and here we are, here we are, not blown away or floated away but with our feet on the ground and our eyes directed upwards by the trees whose very presence require us to look up, look up, look up! and it is cool and I am looking up and things are fine and good morning.
Good morning from Lloyd. Indeed.