Daily Notes- March 13th

My Goodwill find from last Sunday.  The San Diego Zoo mug.  Made in China. So I am not that interested in using it for hot liquids as the Chinese are known to use harmful trace elements in the glazes and some of the Chinese things get very hot in the microwave.  But just seeing the happy giraffe makes me smile.  I may keep art supplies in it.

I did get my vegetable soup made and managed to eat two bowls (small) in the time period for eating yesterday.  It turned out to be difficult to eat soup.  Made my jaw hurt.  I might have to chop everything into much smaller pieces.  I continue to hope I will wake up one morning and my jaw will be normal.  Just the opposite of the morning I woke up and it hurt.

I am reading C. J. Sansom's latest Tombland.  Weighs about ten pounds and is all of 866 pages. I am on page 71.  This is a Shardlake novel with the hunchbacked lawyer/detective.  The series began with Cromwell dismantling the monasteries for a very young Henry (Dissolution) and sending out Shardlake to take inventory of the valuables. He often found murder.  Now years have passed and Henry is dead and Elizabeth is 15 and her half brother Edward is King.  The murder in this book happens on Boleyn land.

I have waited many years for this new book.

Riley was up and barking at just after 4 am and needed to go out and scout the back yard.  Something had been out there.  G said Riley covered the entire yard, sniffing.  Instead of coming back to bed, G fell asleep on one of the couches.  Riley came back to the bedroom to keep me safe.  So our sleep patterns were disrupted.  Perhaps it was one of the rabid foxes that have been found in Town.  Walkers in the Commons behind our property carry golf clubs--so they can fend off a fox if it attacks.  So many wild animals out in the woods.  Deer, moose, fox, fishers, raccoons just to name a few.  No rabbits. For obvious reasons.  No cats survive outdoors either.  Chickens fall victim to the fox and to hawks flying overhead.  This is laughably called a "residential" area.  We even see eagles now and then.  Used to see ducks when the vernal pond out to the west filled with water.  But we've had drought conditions for so long--the pond has been dry.

While writing my morning pages this morning--my pen ran out of ink.  I had to get a new one out of the cup where I keep pens.  That might be the last Pilot.  Then what?