It’s humid back home, humid and warm, and the house needs a coat of paint. I got an ear infection from swimming too much, and it’s good to be home. Roby’s glad, I think, even though I comforted my ear-ache and jaw-ache by being on the computer too much. 

The house is a mess, and we’re driven to clean it, to tidy it up, to get rid of the pile of junk that divides us from, say, an air BnB. I’ve got to get the roofing on the barn extension, the wood in it, and some junk outta the garage. Then we can install the cooler, and from there? I suppose I can clean out the basement, and all the while, hanging out with Robinia as much as possible.

She spent the better part of the last week in the nude. An importnat childhoo rule, I think. She peed on the ground, and even learned to choose ground a bit far afield. So nobody steps on it. 

She knows where to pee here,
and I think that’s what home is. 
She doesn’t have to be told much at all.