I wrote yesterday to this blog, am slightly bemused not to see it on screen. Perhaps whatever great spirit rules the Klamath basin - am I in the Klamath basin here - is having a joke at my expense. Or maybe it's Coyote or Raven. A black construction paper raven is taped to my living room window. I don't know why. It's big and cut carefully. Am I protected? Am I a mark? My deadbolt lock on the laundry room door is broken inside the door so that I cannot open it. I have to go out the front door, unlock the deck gate, clambor up onto the deck (it's about three feet off the ground) in order to get my firewood. I need firewood. The electric space heater (there is one) is inefficient and it is expensive to heat with electricity here. Luckily, it has warmed up in the last few days.