Zara, Where Are You?

I can't find Zara. That doesn't mean that she's not here because there are hiding spots in here, but usually, she'll come out when I call her. I hope that she didn't get outside. I'd think that I would have noticed, but anything's possible.

Sunday morning, I listened to a webinar about investing in Canadian marijuana stocks. (No, I'm not making that up.) I need to sell some stuff and scrape together some money to invest.

It got late, so I decided to go to a garden in Bloomington instead of going hiking (plus the weather was iffy). The garden was okay. It had a very small Japanese garden with an open teahouse. The teahouse had wind chimes in it. I sat there for a while and could feel the tension leaving my body.

I took a nap when I got home. And slept until this morning. At least I was well-rested to meet our new Library Director. I think that he'll work out just fine.

Found Zara

I tore the place apart, looking for Zara. Didn't find her, so I was walking around outside with a lantern calling her. She wasn't by the sides of the building. Went back inside, and there she was on the back of my chair in the kitchen. BIG sigh of relief. Love my girl.