Imagine a crooked, hand-made sign hung by a rope on a nail on the door. You might even hear a wooden screen door slam on the back door.
The sign says: "Gone Fishin'."
There's a barefoot, smiling woman who is turning her wolf loose this summer. Hope you all have a good one, too.
p.s. If you notice posts have disappeared, they aren't really gone, but are just in a safe spot up in the old dome-topped trunk in the attic until I get back.