Getting out a bit.

Last night I went out for a soda pop and a sandwich while Mister Woodchuck stayed home and watched over the Little Woodchuck. I get out one night every couple weeks, and it's such a blessed relief. I love my resident whistle pigs, but I need a break from them sometimes.

Anyway, I met some truly interesting people last night. They were all very different and all very nice, and it went a little ways to restoring my goodwill toward humanity. I'd pretty much lost all faith in people on the whole in the past three years.

Fire warnings throughout the area. No more brush burns until after a good day of rain. There are plenty other chores for me to attend to in the meantime.