This morning I went out to the wheat field on the west side to change the dressing on Old Joe's leg wound. On the way back I ran into Mara doing her last lap. She nodded at me, I nodded at her, and we each went on our way. Back at the clinic I brewed a pot of tea and picked up a book about herbs. Halfway through I noticed the clouds outside the window had already changed color three times—Oakhaven weather is still the same as ever. There's a stew warming on the stove; I'll probably head over to Hearthstone this evening to sit for a while.
