Cabin Notes - Jan. 31

A very long month.

Thanks for your patience while I pulled myself out of the hole. I am out of it, dirt in my fingernails, eyes squinted and lip curled at the blinding light of day. Now we forge on, looking for signs.

We picked Cooper up from the vet yesterday, or rather what’s left of him. On the way there, I thought about how we would differentiate him and Snoots. Snoots…