Good Morning, Taylor.

It’s been a while since my last letter. Mainly because Ragdoll is really busy now. She gives me as much time as she can and always about half. But it’s not a lot for her or for me during the week, only 33 hours for each of us that isn’t work-time. Our house is clean, but the kitchen isn’t and really, that’s my responsibility. But we just can’t get to it in time. I should do that today when I’m out. Or tomorrow when I have a LOT more time.

There has been a little bit of fun here and there. Last weekend I went on another hike, this time to a nearby nature viewpoint thing. Where you can go bird watching. It was really really nice. Even The Oracle said it reminded her of her forests because it was trees and grass. Not just trees and ferns.

And finally one of the lesson Ragdoll gave me had to be used. I had a little phone map of the park, and I walked through a lot of it. But then I got lost and couldn’t figure out where I was on the map because the trail I was on wasn’t marked. Thankfully I had my phone GPS on and could see what I needed to do to get back to the car and made it there.

I took a chance and had breakfast at a place near to the house, and didn’t get recognized. I just wish the food was better. It was all sugar sugar sugar and I don’t like sweets. I could only eat half of it and sent the rest home for Ragdoll.

Yesterday was a little adventure. The Artist wasn’t going to work that day, and Ragdoll was going in on her own. And knowing we both didn’t have a lot of time out, and she was going alone, she offered to let me have the morning and drive in if I felt okay with traffic. I decided to take the chance and got her dressed the best I could (I made her wear something white!), and drove her to work.

I love that she trusts me, and while I do a lot of work when I’m out, it’s work that has to be done. If I had said no, she would have had to do it anyway, and I wouldn’t have been out.

About halfway there, I noticed I was going to get her there super early, so I pulled over at a coffee shack and ordered a latte. I’ve decided lattes are my favorite special coffees. I spent a little time talking with the coffee person, and it was nice to make the connection, even if I had to pretend to be Ragdoll.

I enjoyed the rest of my trip in and I was still there a little early. But I didn’t want to take a chance, so we switched in the car.

I plan to have tonight to myself, and try to clean up the house and really the Kitchen. It needs it really bad.

We are all still worried about the person who is interested in what we’re doing. Let’s call him The Prince. The Oracle will not let him outside. Ragdoll doesn’t want him outside because she’s afraid he could purposely hurt us for fun. He’s a bad guy in his story, but I’ve worked with him and he seems fine to me. I know you felt bad for him being denied the outside.

Ragdoll and I don’t really know what to do about him. The Oracle will not let him outside under any circumstances, but it trying to keep him away kindly by distracting him. We’re all a little worried. What if I’m wrong? What if The Oracle is wrong? But the consequences are really high. I guess as long as The Oracle can keep him out, he will.

It’s not just Ragdoll who rag-dolls. I do, too! The Oracle came out without asking me to switch, and like Ragdoll goes limp when I come in, I go limp if someone else does. IT was weird. I can’t remember much from it, but I was only there a few minutes. It made me feel really weird and that along with the talk about The Prince that I ended the day.

I’ve finally talked with Didi again, twice in the last few days. She comes out very late at night to enjoy the dark and quiet. I hope I’m not disturbing her. It was nice to talk to her, though. I even talked to Tay Tay for a bit. But she’s not doing well. She was friendly, but didn’t remember me, and felt kind of sad. But it was nice to talk to her, too. I wish I’d known her when she was fully out.

My lunch is slowly ending, so I’ll stop the letter here. My love to you, Didi and Tay Tay, wherever she may be.

–Andrea