Someone asked, in a comment, if I'm spending nights in my cabin this year. Yes, I am. Once, before Cliff's heart problem was diagnosed, Sadie and I slept there. And another time, a couple of weeks ago, Cliff, Sadie, and I spent a night there together. I have hesitated to stay there without Cliff because, after his hospital stay, I had no desire to sleep away from him. All the time he was in the hospital, when I was sleeping on a roll-away bed beside him, I was wishing I could crawl onto his hospital bed with him; but of course, that would have been painful for him at the time.
The cabin is there waiting for me, and I am ready to spend a night there with my dog; the problem now is that my air mattress has sprung a leak, and I must buy a new one. The mice keep trying to take over, but they find the poison and die; still, my cabin smells rather "mousy". This only makes me appreciate what our pioneer forefathers went through.
I shall get a new air mattress and spend a night at the cabin. Stay tuned.