We have two rats. I left one rat out of the cage, with my new Neapolitan white jacket on top of that. Go to put it back and there’s a new small rat I don’t recognize, nesting there with my rat. Decide to make him part of the tribe and see how things go, surprise my wife.
My old friend Spy seems to receive bad news at my house, but I don’t pry. In the space of the house there are many illuminated images from old children’s books that look really good, a lot are rural-themed. It looks like a carefully curated collection from ’70s stuff found at thrift shops, the kind of thing Spy might have made.
Younger guy seemingly following me around a pool, either naievete or annoyance. Helping guy with mystery clay meth pipe left on table. The pipe itself is much more story-rich, but I can’t recall.