Sleep was fitful and interrupted from time to time. The table is easier to sleep on--along with the spare paper and sheaves of grain when I can take them from the chickens that are on the floor.

People come to this floor from time to time and the bell ringing wakes me up. It also causes the chickens to flit about. I miss my home--being evicted still weights heavily on my mind. If only one of the many pigs, that Bortola is known for, could make their way here.

I miss the taste of bacon.