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October 8, 2016
Day 70. Lenny is six. I don't go to the market every day now because I've devised ways to procure my produce from somewhere nearer, aka my backyard. In case you're wondering, no. This isn't permanent. I plan to go back to the city in a few weeks. I know. An herb garden? Chickens? A couple of pigs? A cow on the way? I don't know what I was thinking. Lenny comes over every morning to help me tend the "farm." He seems to think I'm staying put. I'm terrified to say goodbye to him or even broach the subject.