Not a review of Sinners

Sitting out back on a folding lawn chair while the cleaners do their thing and Woody sniffs for a change in the weather. The weather’s supposed to change soon or sometime today, soon, according to Woody, who knows these things.

It’s often frightening what he knows is coming. Not always. He knows he’s moving but he doesn’t seem all that upset. I like to think he’s realized that he’ll come with me this time, like the last time, and the next time too. But in the meantime, he’d like to keep an eye on me, just in case.

Let’s lock this post. I was on twitter long enough that I can imagine the comments.