Journal entry

Can’t sleep. Can’t think of anything interesting to write. Bored with Backgammon and Solitaire. In exactly 36 minutes it will be the bewitching hour (3am) and it is already deathly silent, which is strange for the tail that is wagging Friday. Most Loggers take their haul south at night, and I can usually hear the rumble of their trucks passing-by, when sleep eludes me. Which is more often than not these days.

Thought I heard a Deer in the yard but must have been a cat.

Did you know that silence has a sound?

Yesterday I had to go it alone into Coos Bay. I. did. not. like. it. The whole time I was away, the great wings spread wide, creating a mighty wind above me. The fear was overpowering but somehow the panic did not paralyze. It took me the better part of the day to return to an even keel again. And to think that I have to do it all over again next Friday. Daunting.

Think I’ll go back to bed. I’m reading Book 4 of the Cedar Cove series and want to finish it before Halt and Will get here on Monday.

Ok then.

That’s the plan.

Photographic credit: Deer in the Yard by Pelorian
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