It’s 12:30 am, and I’m currently sitting in a white mesh tent with hastily strung, solar powered, yet dim LED string lights meant to look like Edison bulbs barely lighting my keyboard. It’s pitch black outside so I can’t see out past what feels like a mesh space pod, and every now and then the wind lifts a side flap or something scurries nearby and I get a lovely dose of fight or flight adrenaline.

Luckily my wonderful neighbour who has gone out of town is allowing me to use his wifi as my land has very spotty service, if any. So, I’ve been trying to revive and update this blog for the past day (well more like the past 10 years, but that’s another story) so I can get off a screen and back to this living on the land thing I’ve been doing the last couple of weeks. I managed to register and find a host, as well as import my old blog over to this platform here yesterday, but so much of it has been lost in translation, and ever since I’ve been wrestling with weird formatting and ugly fonts and other minutia to get it at least somewhat presentable. While I was sitting here just now though, it felt like something came up and nibbled or scratched my toe. Mouse? Other more dastardly creature? It’s pretty much a black vortex when I look down towards the old deck slats after staring into the glow of my iPad screen, so it could be demon claws peeking through the cracks in the firmament for all I know. So, regardless if it is mouse or ghoul, I think that is a sign the land is telling me to leave well enough alone and go over to my tent and go to bed.

So, here is my first inglorious dispatch from a dark and moonlit shore. When I said I want to tweak my fonts again, quoth the land, nevermore! (At least for tonight!)