Day Seventy Eight #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It has been a few days since I’ve been able to record my thoughts and my actions. When I left to search for Lyle, I fell down in the matter of my regular routine.

I was kept busy, too busy to do anything else other than look for Lyle. It didn’t help that he did not go in the direction I thought. I learned that later.

Meanwhile I went into the village we’d been warned out of. It was still deserted. No one had moved back in since our departure. The unwelcome sign was still posted on that door.

But what should have been a quick afternoon jaunt turned into a forced stay. Thankfully Lyle came and released me. Selah.