Martha CrimsonHeh. Today's adventure on the esker took a litteral rain check. Alea the Black Cat spent 25+ minutes on the porch, looking moodily at the wet stuff falling from the sky. As I waited the country bus stopped by its stop downhill, barked out its location, and drove away.
Nothing strange, save for the pair of deers that came trundling from the stop a few seconds later. We all commute, I guess, but where do they keep their bus passes?