“Time is too slow for those who wait.”

Today was a waiting day.

I had an expensive package on the way, and I didn't want to risk leaving the house while it was being delivered, in case someone walked off with it.

I probably should have taken Amazon up on their “give the driver a code” thing, but I didn’t want to fool with it.

So unless you want to hear about how many times I refreshed the Amazon “track your package” page and basically stalked the driver, there isn’t anything to write.

Or maybe you’d like to hear about this new TV series Badger has us watching.

The best I can figure out is that it’s an end‑of‑the‑world, contagion scenario.

I mean, it’s not as good as “The X‑Files,” but it’s not terrible either.

How about that Badger bought a new lens for her camera.

I swear she said it was a wildlife lens, and I freely admit I’m slightly deaf, so maybe not.

But that lens can see the whiskers on a squirrel a good mile away.

OK, just a slight exaggeration.

She said it can take pictures 100 to 400 yards away and still look like it was right beside you.

She stalked birds all day, and one airplane, and that was a bit freaky.

You could see the windows.

It was close to 8 pm when they finally and literally dropped off my package.

It said it was fragile, and the man just calmly tossed it on the porch like it was nothing.

It did this little bounce and roll, but luckily it survived.

Cowboy insisted that we replace his Pork Chop's camera.

Being the last and youngest of his six kids, he has a tendency to spoil her a little bit.

Cowboy’s kids are 43, 41, 35, 33, and 30, then here comes Badger at 24.

Before anyone thinks we have a money tree, no, we have a savings account, and when Cowboy works overtime, the extra goes into it.

Cowboy likes to say “I keep working so we can have extras occasionally.”

Badger and I headed down to the wooded field, hoping to catch a deer.

But the church is right across the tracks, and the youth were squealing loudly, so no deer felt safe popping out.

There was one confused rabbit twitching its nose, but it saw Badger and high‑tailed it into the bushes.

We came on home and finished out the evening with our TV show.

Tomorrow is another town day.

I’m hoping to stop at the thrift store.

I know they’ll be gone by the time I get there, but the store has two mushroom cat scratching posts.

The problem with buying used cat items is that things like feline leukemia can stay on them, or at least that’s my understanding.

That’s why when our babies die, everything they own will be thrown out instead of donated.

My cats already are sick, so I’m willing to take a risk for a mushroom.

Badger, in between commercials, precooked dinner for tomorrow.

The house smells amazing.

We’re getting our hair cut Saturday, and then afterwards we’re going to try a new Chinese restaurant for lunch.

That means no eating out tomorrow.

I’m heading to bed.

Heron has already headed down to his RV.

Yes, the dog went with him tonight.

She’s a very intelligent dog.

He must have done something to have got her mad last night.

Badger, for some unknown reason, has started sleeping on the couch a lot.

Before Raven’s kids used it as a trampoline, it felt better than a bed to sleep on.

I can’t say that it does now.

With that, this old bird is heading on to bed.