It is 4:30 in the afternoon and it is starting to get dark. I missed long walks and it is one of the few good things about this place, only if the streets weren’t too steep. Night starts early and the scent of pine trees is wonderful. I have to wear at least three layers of clothing or else my fingers would fall off. I’ve been seeing a lot of squirrels lately and I’m sure I’d see more of them in the coming days. I saw a Siberian husky yesterday and it looked exactly like our dead dog, Kevin. I should get used to people being courteous and attentive. . . It freaks me out sometimes. There is something about rudeness and courteousness coexisting that I do not understand.