I am home again.  Safe.  Almost safe.  I think I need another layer of curtains on the windows.  I could not see that before, but it is clear to me now.  And heavier doors—perhaps I should consider air locks.  There is the expense, but it is more convenient than prying the boards loose from the doors every time I want to go out.  But then, why go out.  My head is heavy.  The last time I went out I got a scratch on my car, an ugly thing all the way down to the primer.  I am not sure how it got there…Perhaps Logan?  A goodbye from an overly affectionate Airedale?