1000 words today…not bad.

Since the Wife left for Honduras, Master Buddhapuss has not ceded his stuffed animal. What can I say, he likes Scooby Doo.

This weekend the Wife and I slept with wolves. Not the sort from Saturday morning cartoons either. Predators like these could shatter a bone and consume five pounds of meat per minute. Cute for the photographers, loyal to their trainers, and deadly to interlopers. God bless New Jersey. Only in the Garden State can one find such entertainment.

All right, so technically we slept at a private campground near Pennsylvania that borders a wolf preserve. A twelve foot high fence separated us from the animals. Danger of an attack: low to non-existent.

But on Sunday afternoon, once the campground emptied out, of the nearly 100 campsites, ours was the only occupied one. That night, if there was food, we cooked it. If there were voices, it was ours. If there was a fire, we stoked the flames. We ruled the campground. But we shared that power.

After the sun set, the wind laid down, and the last ember in the fire pit gave out, the wolves howled. And then the magnificient creatures, just like us, slept.

Here’s some pictures of the wolf preserve:

No, I’m not in the above picture.

Odin rules this pack.

Cache, a bobcat.

A red fox.

After an outage, it’s a relief when a system returns as before. If a piece of gear works it’s taken for granted; few praise the magic box that is technology. And the magic box always purrs, right? Of course it does, Virginia. What functioned perfectly yesterday, last week, and last month, no longer does. There must be gremlins loose, hopped up on glue.

But, when something mission critical malfunctions it’s like inheriting a car with a busted radio. Eventually one adapts to a stereo free experience, yet the silence never feels right.

In any case, I’m glad things are sorted out and running smooth.

Off to work, write, work and then errands.

And boy, are the boxes all over the place. Much listing awaits me Wednesday.

Implemented a workaround for the word count meter ( I’m not proud of the kludge, but it works ) and disabled the polls temporarily because of a spastic issue with incorrect tallies. Have faith, the polls will return once a proper fix is in place.

I should have enough focus for a proper blog entry tomorrow.