Ended up sleeping for most of the day. I rolled my sleeping bag out under the boughs of the big pecan grove behind the abandoned cotton mill and slept for hours. I slept so hard I almost feel hungover tonight. Hungover and groggy, but I didn't drink a drop today. I guess I was just exhausted.
On the way home, I stopped to talk to Big S for a minute. Big S was sitting by the nail salon with his characteristic overalls on while he drank a soda.
"Seen Clara?" I asked as I walked up.
"She's been gone since yesterday," Big S replied. "I haven't seen her."
"Hmmmm... " I said rubbing my chin in deep thought. I hope something hasn't happened to my homeless friend. She has been talking about going to a women's shelter to stay. I hope that is where she is. I pray that she hasn't got a public intoxication charge with no one to bail her out.
"If you see her, tell her I was asking about her," I told Big S.
I walked on home and Maggie was overjoyed to see me. I sat in the floor and gave her tons of affection, rubbing and scratching her back. "Where have you been?" I could see in her eyes. I apologized for being gone all day and we curled up on the bed together and I slept some more before getting up to start a quick supper and to write this post.
My most pleasant memory of the day was the earthy smell of the ground and the grass as I lay on my sleeping bag around lunchtime. I lay on my side as ants marched by carrying this and that to their little abode in the earth. I remarked how scenes such as this will soon be gone with the first frost that will arrive near November. I pray I don't get SAD (seasonal affective disorder) this year.