Pax Knows We’re Packing...
...and it’s making him anxious. He’s become a Klingon, always at the side or under foot. I can tell that all week long he’s had Canada on the mind. He can sense the time of year.
Yet, we pack. I had to move the truck halfway into the garage in order to keep the multitude of objects (mostly tools and such) safe from the unending rain.