As expected, I got Octavian's goodbye letter in the mail. It was a bit sad; even the ink was still wet.
I also got a letter from Lily, expressing appreciation for the medicine the other day. To thank me, she sent me a propane stove. I don't know how a stove is an appropriate thank-you for medicine, but I digress.
Saturday is K.K. night at the Roost, so I went up to see the singing dog. I let him choose the song, and he performed K.K. Tango for me.
Octavian's absence really hit home when I saw the big empty spot down by the beach.
On my walk, I spotted a scorpion. I took a few steps back, got my net out, and slowly walked up to it. Gotcha!
And shortly after midnight, Kiki told me how much she was enjoying the sunny weather. Wait, what?