The story of my life. I start this story, convinced, based upon past history, that there will be daily tantalizing developments. It is not to be, at least as to anything titillating. Twyla has apparently taken a New Year's vow of celibacy, with no signs of guests, friends, pimps, or "companions" in over a week. It also seems that she may have a new job; new hours (as demonstrated by the lights on and off) and new coming and going times. It used to be that when we tottered down to the kitchen at 6:30 a.m. on a weekday, she'd just be finishing up, with kitchen lights out by 6:45 as she left for the day. I now find that when we complete our tottering, the kitchen next door is dark, and her lights don't go on till 7 or so. She has been pretty consistent in her "early to bed" policy, often shutting things down even before we do, which at its latest is 10 p.m., and yet, in the last two weeks, her lights have been on when we went up to bed. It's really not all that interesting. Not a beard in sight, nor a ballcap, nor a strapping young(er) man hovering in the kitchen.
I figure most folks break a New Year's resolution within about three weeks. If hers is celibacy it can't survive longer than any other. I'll post as soon as there's anything new, and my bet is that'll be before February 1.
And the p.s. is that Out the OtherWindow, Ashley's light timer has come on reliably every night for the last 8 or so days. Neither she, nor the puppy, who was learning to Sit, has reappeared. The snow is melting, and we're losing our tracking device; no snow, no tracks visible equals proof. Without the snow, how will we ever know?
This is all consistent with my luck, which is to say, without bad luck, I'd have NO luck at all. There's nothing to report. Very frustrating for a new blogger...
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