r. loves these bison. she walks backward on the trail to squeeze as much time with them as daylight and the drive home allows. i squeezed the camera shutter four hundred and twenty times. i still have only edited down to three hundred and fifty-five. i'm still wary of food but i had nettle tea and pomegranate juice and then felt flush and retreated to bed. i fed the cats once but the canned meat nauseated me. the cats are content for now, sensing we're sick, and glad we're hanging out cat napping. they adjust to our quiet rhythm. now we can rest, i think we'll be ok. last night when i knocked over the movie screen i felt like dying. now the screen is back on it's curved feet waiting to be connected and show us a movie. last night we watched all about eve. i can't do the day yesterday right in the aftermath, maybe i'll try again later. i want to linger there some more anyway, while i slowly emerge from the toxic verge, linger when we were feeling so good before the poisoning. i think we could live with these animals. i thought of one day when all the land stolen from the animals and the people who loved the earth being returned, as the herd expands and the people come back. we want to be there, all together.