My inner spidey sense was telling me I was alone in bed.
Sure enough, Cowboy hadn't come home from work yet.
I spent a quiet morning at the computer, keeping the lights off because Heron was still asleep.
Cowboy finally dragged himself in the door at 7:22 a.m.
He was completely worn out after his twelve-hour shift, and headed straight to bed.
Badger was awake at 8 a.m.
Unlike me, she just goes about doing her thing without worrying about the couch sleeper.
We saw Heron off to work.
Badger and I tried to keep the noise down so Cowboy could get some sleep.
I spent a lot of time at the computer, while Badger tackled the laundry, with a few short walks mixed in.
Cowboy got roughly three hours of sleep before waking to take his medication.
After breakfast and feeding the chickens, he settled into the recliner and stayed there until 4:30 p.m.
Eventually we got Cowboy off to work.
She and I had supper, and then we decided to take a longer walk.
We carefully avoided the Parking Lot Church, but ended up walking down Junkyard Guy's yard instead.
Basically, we were just trading one trespassing complaint for another.
As long as we kept away from his outbuildings, we figured we’d be all right, unless one of his groundhog colonies decided to attack us.
We just made a circle from the Baptist to the library to the school and back home.
I ran into trouble coming back home.
I was coming down off the tracks, and something stung the fire out of me.
Of course Badger was busy taking a cloud picture and just kept shooting.
I finally told her I was going home because something was eating my dang ankle up.
She huffed and puffed, and wasn't happy with me, but dang!
Something was chewing on my freaking ankle.
I got home, shimmied out of my shoes, and found a good-sized welt on my ankle.
Badger rather angrily sprayed calamine lotion and something else on it.
It took a good fifteen minutes before it stopped stinging.
She told me to wear socks from now on.
I told her I was planning on wearing two pairs of socks and boots.
She also told me, real perky-like, that the neighbors were up on their roof drunk and laughing at me.
Yeah, well, cheap Friday night entertainment.
At least it wasn't like the time Cousin's little brother threw a lizard tail down my shirt right in the middle of town.
There was a loafers’ bench in front of the courthouse where old men sat whittling.
Well, I whipped my shirt off without even thinking, and I was, oh, probably 14 or 15 years old.
So those loafers got an eyeful until I got the tail out of my bra and came to my senses.
By the time we got home, Heron was on his way home.
He'd headed to Newport to check on his goats after work.
So far, and knock on wood, they haven't been eaten by a bear.
So I'm ending here, and Badger and I will head to my room to finish up our show.
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