At my favorite Superior writing/coffee haunt (aka, almost everything I require to survive) for maybe the last time. It’s a fierce race to finish the novel before my Saturday deadline, and a pb&j pannini is the perfect fuel. Especially after this morning’s run.
There’s sad news too though. Some hunter shot Louie and not only shot him but LEFT HIM. Like it was truly just for sport that this person killed my not even full grown bear friend. I’m angry and sad. I need to focus on my work, so I will. But I may go looking for some hunters later. To kick.