Eric has told me we will have deer sausage soon. Wain has promised me to teach me to screenprint in two colors this weekend. I am supposed to hang out with an old friend tomorrow night. Our former neighbors have Ball-less Wallace in their spare bedroom and plan to trap him and deliver him to us. I switch to night shift in two weeks. My bed, still unmade from this morning, patiently awaits my return. All in all, I am a happy woman.