Thursday, January 16, 2025, 11* Dark
Ruger comes in as the Danes go out drinks water while laundry is sorted out. Forgot to press start or had I noticed earlier—there’s no coffee pot. A warning barked at 1 again at 3. Didn’t get up, nothing for me to see. Dark even with a torch. Perhaps those tracks going from the pallet of sand to my car and back, perhaps those creatures were about. Perhaps something else came from the tangle of brush pushed against the rocks holding this land. Not a night to sleep in peace. Some creatures sleep during the day in their dens. I have a den.
"You will be secure, because there is hope;
you will look about you and take your rest
in safety. You will lie down, with no one
to make you afraid, and many
will court your favor." Job 11:18-19 (NIV)
Photo: LJ Austin
