After being temporarily felled by another seizure a couple of days ago, I'm back in business. But when I went out to the bluffs to investigate the squirrel situation, the landscape had subtly changed.
The squirrels are gone.
Where did they go? Have they migrated for the summer?
I feel forlorn. So much for my grand passion. I guess it's going to have to be a seasonal passion. And that's assuming that the squirrels eventually return.
Some of my wealthier friends have gone away for the summer, to better squirrel climes like Colorado. Summering elsewhere is not an option for me.
I think I'll take up birding, or possible rabbit-watching. Or I guess I could just work on perfecting the latest draft of that novella I've been working on.
But I do miss the squirrels. We had a good time together. At least, I did.