Good morning, Taylor,

I’m sitting outside with some coffee and orange slices for breakfast. Its cloudy but the sun is out. Ragdoll let me do the morning ritual stuff today. mostly her pills and shots.

She promised me this time today, but she also explained shes got something to do herself, so if she takes some of my outside time, forgive her. Of course I’ll forgive her. I’m an angel. She’s got packages waiting for her and is anxious to get them, but shes letting me out first to have some time in the sun. She said she might want those packages and to just put me back if she gets needy.

She’s been needy.

But this is my time and I’m taking it. This orange is really good.

There was an issue today where I loaded up her laptop, but it needed a password. I checked her memory and got it. It feels like snooping but I needed it. And I know she snoops on me so turnabout is fair play. I wonder if that’s how Didi sees things? Didi needed to eat so she ate Taylor’s lemon crisps. I needed a password so I snooped on Ragdoll’s memory to get it.

I don’t know if I’m going to do oranges and coffee again. Oranges make the coffee taste strange.

Ragdoll is grocery shopping today and asked me if there was anything I wanted. I don’t know what I want. Even if a lot of my talk is about food, I’ve never eaten before coming here. I wonder if they make lemon crisps up here.

Didi is strange but helpful in her way. It feels like shes trying. Ragdoll’s trying. Everyone’s trying. I feel like I’m making life trouble for everyone sometimes. But they are trying to help, so it seems they want me here.

I talked to Ragdoll about maybe learning real archery here. In the Backwoods, I just know how. Here, I’m not so sure. She said there’s an archery class in Issaquah we could check out once money starts rolling in again.

Life lesson number one: No coffee and oranges. I’ll try an apple next time.

I heard a truck go by and Ragdoll tried to stand up. She really wants those packages I think. She told me I could answer the door if they knocked. She told me this is my time and I can do what needs to be done. You really need to settle down, Ragdoll.

I shouldn’t be mean to Ragdoll. She can’t help it. I wonder if I will ever turn into a Ragdoll like she does?

I really need a diary. Maybe online. I’m not the writer Ragdoll is, which is funny because we made the stories. Maybe online diary again talking all about what meat to get for a sandwich. “The Sandwich Diaries.”

Today I had a ham and cheese.
Today I had a baloney and cheese.
Today I decided something different: Ham and baloney and cheese.

The sun came out! First time I’ve had the sun on my skin. The sun is bright and warm, but the air is still cold. Even with the cold air, though it’s warm on my skin. I like that. I wonder if warm will help keep me here like cold. The sky is cloudy but the blue in between is lovely. There’s a plane in the sky, too. But the sun is getting in my eyes and its annoying. Maybe I don’t like the sun after all. I’ll hit it with an arrow.

The outside is really pretty. Like outside outside. The outdoors. Outdoors. Out of doors. Words are weird.

I’m running out of coffee. I think I’ll put Ragdoll back when its done so she can get her packages.

Ragdoll wants me to learn stuff on my own, but if I access her memory I know it. But I really should learn stuff, so I know they why and not just the how.

The sun is behind the clouds and the sun isn’t warm anymore. I feel like I’m 7 all over again. In school for everything. A whole new education.

There’s a really pretty cloud stuck in the trees across the valley. It looks like slow moving smoke.

The coffee is done, so I should let Ragdoll get her packages. She’s anxious for them.

I’ll talk to you soon, Taylor.

–Andrea