Update for my patrons. I mean patron.
I am still a flood refugee, but I have taken up residence in an unused house. Why should such a thing go to waste, when Yours Truly is homeless and forlorn? Anyway, I am now protected from the sweltering heat and blinding snowfalls common in this part of terra firma.

I have perfected a thin but nourishing soup made entirely of ground-up newspapers, and I am surviving pretty well on this despite profuse bleeding from the ears. Having no proper computer, I am posting from an iPad: It's one of those early kerosene-powered behemoths that has to be cranked every five or six minutes. It makes for slow going, but it seems that I have plenty of time.

Unless those howling coyotes decide to  make their move. They are hungry, and I'm pretty sure they don't want newspaper soup.