I am back on the table counter shelf. Not suspicious anymore.

I miss the window now. I always loved looking out of windows where all my hosts lived. Being by the window here for a while brought back memories of all those windows I’ve gotten to look through. I remember watching the garden in Ontario at singingsheep’s house, that was late summer I think,

Of course I like to look any time even though it gets right nippy by the window in winter. Even the end of winter can still be cold like with Nutmouse.