A cold, grey day. A day to practice some indoor skills.
Today: concealment. I carefully arranged boxes in the storeroom to appear haphazardly thrown to the casual observer. Then using my waif-like frame I wiggled into the space inside. The pièce de résistance was an old tea towel laid across the air opening.
Thus concealed I hope to elude detection until dark.
Today's soup was cold winter vegetable. Brrrr. Brrr.
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