The bluff is not completely devoid of squirrels, it turns out. I did see two of them this morning. They were not excessively fast on their paws. I surmise that they might be elderly members of the clan who were unable to make the trek to wherever the rest of the squirrels go for the summer. I hope I am wrong in this interpretation, as it is most distressing to imagine that squirrel culture is one in which the elders are abandoned by selfish younger squirrels who just want to go have fun in new climes.
Be that as it may, the squirrel exodus is doing good things for my social life. I was perhaps neglecting my social obligations in my zest for the job. Now I have been able to re-immerse myself in the hubbub of the bluffs, and have found it quite restorative.
Tonight most of the regulars were out, partaking of the exercise and the fellowship.
I surprised even myself with how how seamlessly I fit back in.
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