ghost

I think that Pomona is here. Several times over the last few days I have seen her flash by, felt her brush against my leg like she so often used to do, and heard her cry. Since neither Patsy nor Tuna behaves like Pomona did, either it is my over-active imagination, or she really is here somehow.

Finally the weather is decent. I was going stir-crazy the last few days, staying in, working at home, but dreading extended outdoor excursions because the stifling mugginess makes me crazy. This morning, though, it is quite cool, although still humid.