My 7 year old first grade kitty.

 

 Got back and hit the ground running. First off, a bazaar. 

 One of the wall pieces

 My Fukushima bowl was a bigger hit than I thought it would be. Might be the only Fukushima-themed bowl on Earth.

 

 Like a waterlogged rotting log on the soft moss, everything is soaked. Need two pairs of rain gear as they barely dry out before wet again. Still life out there. Abby spotted this dandelion on the way to school. Like a bear, I am ready for some sleep. With all the darkness my body knows not when to rest.