Game cameras, ring cameras and maybe even in-real-time have shown proof that there is a bear wandering around our little wooded neighborhood.

Yes, I live in the country.  In the woods.  We are used to deer, foxes, and turkeys strolling past our house.  We have even spotted an elusive fisher once in a great while.  And last spring Banjo Man exchanged stares with a bobcat perched on a stump next to our house.

But a bear?  I am looking out the windows frequently in hopes of spotting said bear.  Maybe we need a RI game camera (ours are up at the cabin 3000 miles away) after all.

We have been home five days.  I did not get dressed yesterday.  I sipped tea and took naps.  I’m obviously not recovering from our 15-day road-and-plane trip, not yet.   As I told Dancing Mandolin Player on our phone call yesterday, I may not get dressed again until March, when Banjo Man tells me it’s time for us to drive to the airport and fly west.

Maybe our local bear and I are feeling the same urge:  hibernation until spring.