Duck Waits

Silly duck. He’s afraid that I’m going to leave him in Champaign, so he’s spending the night in the car, in the dark. I tried to convince him to come along inside, but he was having none of it. He said he saw how I was leaving Stanley behind and he was not about to be next—though he’s claiming that he has political intentions for his car-sitting. Oh well. At least it lessens the distractions in the house as I’m trying to pack.