Okay, here it is day 2 of my journal and it’s still gloomy outside, with moderate rain,  but at least the wind has died down, not to mention all the thunder and lightning.

Had time to consider what Agent Catfish said yesterday, so I did a little scouting to see just whom of my former employees went off to see Seaview launched. Of course, I’m not sure if she meant I’d be surprised by the folks watching or if she meant I’d be surprised to see the new Seaview’s crew. I’d be appalled to think anyone from NIMR  went over to the ‘other side’. I haven’t heard any gossip about that, so I guess I’m jumping to conclusions.  Perhaps I should ask Sharkey. He’s always on top of things but if one of ours did betray us, in a manner of speaking,  Sharkey might not tell me for fear of hurting my feelings. Maybe I can bribe him with some especially good beer. 

I bought some  home brewed beer last week, made some place up in Vermont. I tried brewing my own beer once. I thought it was far better than any brand names,  or so my father and grandfather told me. I was only 13, so it was actually illegal for me to do so, but I’d convinced them that it was a science project . And I only ‘tasted’ it as part of my evaluation. Perhaps I’ll write about that some day.

Well, returning to yesterday, I had a bad night. Tossing and turning, I had time to consider that while I believed I was right to be upset with Edith, and still do,  I am her big brother and big brothers aren’t supposed to make their little sisters cry. So when Agent Catfish arrives next week, while I don’t intend to forgive  Edith, I’ll at least try to be civil.    Besides, Agent Catfish wouldn’t  allow me to be anything else. Trust me, you don’t want to hurt her feelings! Has an iron will, that one, esp. as head of the HENS Agency, which I’m constantly being reminded of, is so secret that even they don’t know what they’re doing half the time. (And I owe a great deal to the HENS, but that’s another story.)