Sometimes I think of living alone in the woods with just books and animals. Maybe that's how I'll die, alone in the woods. That would be fine. As long as I'm comfortable.
Right now, I'm cold, which hurts. Kiddo is awake and has been for the last half hour. It's 3am.
Cedar is high. But isn't bothering me as much as last year. Though this year *is* 3 weeks early.
