Never would have thought I'd be in the same place as this time last year.

It's been a whole year. How long do these things live?

Thankfully, they're not vegetarian, so for the past year I've spent cultivating a small farm during dry spells; safe periods - usually during the day, just after noon for a few hours. Enough of a window to ensure a continuing resource.

I adopted a stray puppy. He seemed immune. I took him in and named him Lucky. He loves the attic, looking out over the fields. He's not old enough yet, but he'll make a great watch-dog. He seems eager.

I've ventured into the city once or twice, but it's silent. Quiet. Other than a weak breeze, and the occasional distant gunshot. But back 'home' it is, to live another day.

That's it for now. Be careful out there.

[bliteotw]