Well, my grandson and I didn't quite make it to 9 o'clock. He went home with his mom at 8p when she got off work. So, we went out back a little earlier. He helped me to gather kindling from the big old weeping willow. We got a very decent small fire going. Sang a made up song/prayer for his missing puppy and asked for help from the ancestors in *lighting* her way home, and gave thanks. It felt good and right.

Thanks, again, mg.