Notes- another hint on book six /

        Up earlier because a Gilkey Window tech will be out to check on the sliding door they installed a year or so ago. The morning is warm but gloomy with a light rain to go with it. Carol is readying herself for friends at a First Watch breakfast this morning.

         I am not much with thoughts this morning. I think of Ahab searching for the great white and how Melville’s mind must have been in a really creative funk to write such a wonderful book. I have a sense of the funk but not the creativity to go with it. Out the living room window I see large and tall trees naked of leaves. They appear as bushes and I a small rodent hide among them fearful of a great bird that sweeps overhead from time to time looking for a breakfast treat. I hide crouched down and stealthily still among the bushes, waiting and hoping to be overlooked. Such is the imaginary morning but right on for a mood of foreboding. “Cheer up things are bound to get worse,” says the hangman to no one in particular. Not to me though. Talking to me would be a waste of his time.

         Leave it in, orndorff. If things don’t get worse we’ll find a place for it somewhere in book six. – Amorella

         That is going to be some kind of book no doubt. What is Merlyn going to do about it?

         Report it, boy. He’ll just sit back as if in a dream of course and watch the Second Great Rebellion of the Dead happen. Post. - Amorella