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?