Transitioning a bit tonight. Seems lonelier, and I find myself wanting to be busy. Last time here it took me about 6 days to get over the "what the hell am I doing here" feelings. This time I prepared to let them come. It's necessary for me to let myself feel lonely in order to get quiet enough to begin to really feel.

Weird fog 4 nights ago that came on in 10 minutes and then just dissipated.

Right, Butch meets Tom for the first time.
Below a missing cat flyer posted

At dawn above and left. Below the assembly of
la Casablanca beginning with cutting the 10 pipes to the correct lengths. Where you see me sitting is because my back was just useless the entire time Butch and Gail visited, and it was only because of my Brothere and Gail's efforts that the canopy was erected.