Greetings from the island. That’s what you call a patch of land completely surrounded by water, right? I currently have a moat that even the mail carrier won’t cross, not that I blame her. Thank goodness I have rubber boots, or I’d be just as stuck inside as everyone else is outside.

Fortuitously, I got the necessary errands done yesterday, and all I had to do was slog my way to the post office and back this morning, and then wade out to the mailbox by the side of the road this afternoon.

It’s odd how much of my life revolves around mail delivery (or lack thereof, actually). The Boss insisted that the company rent a box at the post office. I think he did it partly to protect me from having creditors know my home address, and partly to make sure I had to leave the house once in awhile. Because on days when there’s no mail, I don’t go out at all. Sundays are my day to nest, for just that reason.

Later... The rain has stopped late tonight, only to be replaced by a thick fog. If I felt isolated before, I feel abandoned now. And there’s no moon to lighten things up a bit. Off my back porch, I can see a single light in the distance, but even the near fence is hazy in the mist. Not that there’s any reason for me to be standing on my back porch in the cold and dark. It’s not a bad place to watch the stars on a clear night, but it’s just kind of spooky tonight.