Dark, wet and surreal in Gypsy Van

It has been a really miserable day in the gypsy camp. The rain has poured in angry, petulant bursts making a river of the ground and each in their own suffering from claustrophobia and downfallen moods. Cocoa is drained from being locked in the kennel with her ten demanding children. I am just now finally able to give her a break. Sable has been the naughty child with her four month energy at almost ADHD high if that is possible in Doberman puppy. Reesa has taken it like the gracious old lady she is, having aged so much since the death of her lifetime friend, Buddy. The cats have skittered here and there trying to find the best place for dryness without seeking the house and the over ambitious puppy. Cinn has weathered out most of the day in her open stall, probably lonely since I sold Glory. Her feeding schedule is off. As for me, I have cabin or van fever and a touch of near insanity. Same thing tomorrow...a miserable Samhain.