In the recesses of my mind I hear a tiny little squeak mouse cheering “huzzah” as my tiny booted foot takes another 2.04 miles forward. “You can do it, Kitty. But this isn’t the week we get anywhere fast,” the squeak mouse says. Perhaps the squeak mouse is right. The downstairs is shaped like a loop, and if I am standing and waiting for Master Pravus for some reason, I tend to try to do loops around this track. However, he has been encouraging me to be off my ankle while it’s in the boot. “Kitty. Kitty, no. No, get in the dingle…” And in the dingle I wind up. Yes, the Derndingle. >.> It’s an odd home, but it’s our home.
141.39 Miles total.
244.06 Miles left to reach Rivendell.