The struggle continues.
And it commenced the minute I lifted the volume from beneath a cabbage leaf in my garden. I was rooting out a particularly noxious weed and the book came up with it.
Discarding the one and closely examining the other, I was overwhelmed with the feeling that I was being watched.
Was this cloying feeling my response to some nearby unseen entity?
I actually spun around to check behind me. A frenzy descended upon me.
I admit I was spooked for I could see nothing at any turn.
A cloud passed over the sun, and calm was restored.
I left with the mysterious book.