The damn sun hasn’t even had the guts to show itself yet. I do not like waking before dawn. The cave is never warm enough for my liking. I have sensitive scales, ya know.
I’ll get back up in a couple… couple what has yet to be decided. I’d prefer to stay curled up and hibernate, but I know I cannot. Packing, sorting, and trying not to panic is the order of the day.
Help of any kind is appreciated. Even moral support in a form other than overused platitudes is welcome, but other forms are more useful.