Paul writes down everything he did at the end of each day. On May 27, I left a note in the crack of Paul's door. I wrote about the respect I had for the local farmer and the importance of documenting what is left. On June 7, Paul Milked (twice) and took his Partner, Joyce, to the doctor, on the 8th, it rained. A week later, his eighteen-year-old dog, Pretty Girl, died.
