Here we are here again

Back in the longest winter I ever spent in this place--this week just past being the longest winter I ever spent here with the water running--I would, wiht the woodstove, get the temperature, in the one main room of the cottage, up to 76 or 78 degrees Fahrenheit, according to the ancient thermostat on the wall that has only ever served as a thermomenter, and then, by the morning, the cats' water might be frozen over.

The shadows moved across me, inch by inch

I'm kinda surprised how much worse for wear Punchy is looking. But then I think, a Halloween jack-o-lantern, you only have that burning a couple of hours, and its face is starting to sink in by the time the too-old teenagers show up, isn't it? And Punchy, his brain stem is only like two inches above teh flame, so whaddya expect? That was my one pumpk,in this year. no Hubbard squash: all succumbed to the squash vine borers. So it's a good thing there was no Coe hill Fair this year, eh--kinda like 1994, when the Blue Jays had turned into pumpkins and got a free extra year as defending champs. Anyway, I'm kinda frustrated that I'm so goddamned sleepy. I was dozing in my chair here for half an hour or so before I went out to piss on the property line. I have so much to tell you. Compañero. You make a dark line, and you make a light line, and together, it's a good line. I'm glad we made it back here. See you next year.