I was alone in my rooms again tonight – candle lit, waiting, watching out the window in the vague and ill advised hope that the frightful beast from the night previous might reappear. It didn’t. The moon was just as bright, and the temperatures where just as crisp… But these factors, apparently, were not the specific ones necessary to precipitate the creature’s arrival.

I ate my lunch yesterday on the lawn in front of the cathedral: biscuits and thick slices of ham, mostly, with grapes on the side. Not the round ones, but the the oval ones with the tiny seeds. I spent a fair amount of time thinking about the events of the night before. I think I might have been lucky. Or perhaps I was killed by the beast and just have not yet realized this to be the case. Either way, the ham was no less than delicious.

It’s the little things.