My time away from the high has resulted in hours of sleep and a bit of reflection and pondering thrown in. We had two days of Spring before winter returned this week. A normal February.
It gets light earlier but is still not bright past about 6pm. I’ve picked up a winter cold, possibly due to feeding the animals in only a t shirt each day.
My weird nasel breathing has returned with a wide variety of tunes that play out when I lay down. Sound ranging from trucks backing up, Canada geese and crowds of voices I can’t make up are among the popular noises that keep me awake as a wease each night. Sleeping all day seems easier.
Today is a Friday. The final day the landlord works and my official last day of animal duties. I have to go blanket the pig one last time now.
In fact, I’ll do that right now.