mister woke me at six with a steady look or soft nudge, calmly urgent. i threw on clothes and we rode the elevator down in a minute. in his poop i noted some white material that may have been the compacted synthetic white fluff of his devoured ring toy, unless he got some wads of kleenex. i must keep vigilant. if it's ring toy fluff i am glad to see it go. i'm grateful for my job in life. i'm grateful to mister for all the years he's been my faithful companion and guide, and for leading me to the island and renate.