Back to the woods. Rajah and Carlos happy to see me. They’ve made a right mess of the area around the autofeeder but it seems the thing does what it is supposed to do. They’ve missed no meals.
Brian has a cat litter robot connected to his phone. It tells him how much poo the cats have done but both our cats weigh the same so it thinks we have one very shit-tastic feline. If we also had one of these autofeeders we could run the whole shebang from Addis Ababa. Thankfully we have neither the tech nor the inclination.
I could have put enough food in the feeder before Christmas to last right up until my friend gets back, but I didn’t want to leave the little terrors on their own too long. So I pushed myself out of the house on boxing day and here I am in the dark woods again.
If I lived in a place like this I’d start hibernating like a hedgehog. It has been dark so long I’m barely able to stop my eyes from drooping and it is barely 9pm. As soon as I’m done with this I’ll be out like a light for at least 3 hours. I love it here though, out in these woods, exempt from public haunt, finding tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones and good in everything.
Bella is back tomorrow evening. I’ll end up quite busy tomorrow. Gotta tidy up and then a zoom rehearsal to keep momentum up. Then driving to Brighton to check out Lou’s car. I think this early bed will pay for itself in time. It is inevitable.
Christmas happened! That’s it for another year. What a treat. I’m absolutely fucked.
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