Books are safer indoors. I have a pot of soup frozen to the cement out back, but I’m thawing the pot I could pick up.
The boxes would be up against the outside bedroom wall, which is well inside the patio, so they would be protected from the weather. And the gate keeps stray dogs and coyotes from trying to make a foray into the patio.
I also have a small stack of books to take up to the on-site library in the morning, since I don’t want them.
Zeke sent me a text this morning, saying he was on his way into Vegas, where he had to report for jury duty, but said if I wanted, he would meet me in the morning (0500) to give me an update on Chuck.
I’ve heard nothing, and I don’t even have the name of the place to call and get an update from those who know.
And now, to go make some frosting...
Stone soup redux?