Thursday, March 19, 2026, 16.7* F, 61% RH, 0607
Sky, an over-stuffed comforter of clouds. Stars at last call muted. Something startled the giants to barking after I examined morning, came inside with Ruger. Not enough light to see the stream no longer rushing it is not heard. Tuft of Ruger hair like a feather shed beside my chair. I hear him drinking then he will settle on the living room rug or in here. The giants sleep. The furnace hums.
All is well.
Photo: LJ Austin
