It was warm all day yesterday, and Mom left a couple of windows open for me so I could sniff the outdoors. When she got home from her day hunting gig, I got to sit out on the porch again.
We live on a very, very, very quiet street. There are no motorcycles, no fast cars, no sirens, no streetlights, no people walking by talking or arguing. It is different outside, but I like it. There are lots of birds and skwirrls and chipmunks and other critters. We do see some folks walking their woofies every day. (Beau lives next door and Hector lives across the street.) The sky is dark out, and you can see lots more stars in the sky than at the old place.