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Day Twenty Six #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

We’ve moved indoors for now. Can’t say I like it. Lyle even less so. We appear to be the only occupants since the originals. Though we’re out of the elements, we’re limited to only two exits. And that’s what puts us at unease.

Rufus, or so the pigeon is named, likes the arrangement with no discernible unease on his part. At least I take his increased cooing as a sign of contentment.

Lyle and I take turns foraging in the afternoon, after making headway on the drones. We should have one of them operational by tomorrow.

Rufus stopped cooing on one of my occasions of remaining behind. I immediately went in search of Lyle, found him, and returned to cover.

About rwoz2

Poet, historian, writer for stage and screen. Responder to Jesus (Romans 5:8)

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