Looking through my library to visit another LL novel or a short story. Always a good way to head into the night…I miss camping and reading LL in a tent with rain gently kissing the canvas, but heading into my eighth decade a warm bed is much preferred. My new cat ain’t as adventurous as my old cat. Storm passed away a year or so ago, and was comfortable anywhere we were, but Otis just likes it better on the pillow next to mine…or laying on the window sill with a view of the lake. Tonight I think I’ll pick up a short story collection and pick a story at random that I ain’t read in awhile. Night all.