Anyway, I'm not sure what I think about the fellow who dropped in the other day, but he did seem to have the air of the opportunist about him. You know, the kind of lad who would make dinner plans with *other* hobbit-folk while he's eating *your* biscuits. He was rather cute though--oh dear! All the more reason to be doubly on-guard when next I see him.
But I am so unnerved that I thought he was Odo--must chalk that up to grogginess from being so rudely awakened. Yet I fear I have been away from the Shire too long. And I'm quite worried that when I venture out I'm going to meet others whom I should know quite well but have forgotten their names, and thus make a complete fool of myself. Though I've arranged treaties between feuding nations like Harad and Khand after allegations of genocidal warfare, Hobbiton social protocol is most intimidating still.
The Brandybuck and Took side of me say it's time to go meet and greet, but the Bolgers and Baggins say I should have something more to eat and stay in bed a bit longer. The latter seem to have the majority for the time being.
