COUNTING CROWS...AND BEARS...AND FOXES...AND...

It’s census time, and the government was pretty efficient in sending the form to Tree so soon after her relocation. Fenton and I looked at the form, then we looked at each other, and then back at the form. Then we listed a household numbering “two.”
Yes, I’m living here now. I only return to the dorm to get my snail mail. The last time I went back Rachel had moved all of her stuff into the section that I used to occupy, so it’s a good deal for everybody.
I know that some people will make next assumption and I’ll just say right out that Fenton and I are still saving ourselves for the wedding night. This requires less self-control than you might think since he sleeps hanging from a horizontal pole installed above the bed where I sleep.
This isn’t any big secret to my family, as they figured it out weeks ago. Kell finally brought it up when I came home to work on the wedding plans with her, and she said it was okay with her and Dad. (I wonder what she would have said a few years ago...or what she would say about Rudy and Fiona if- ...But they haven’t, according to Fiona.)
Come to think of it, we probably should have written “three” on the form to include Tree. The census is for fauna only but she is, after all, an intelligent presence in the household. We could certainly make a case for her but it would raise all sorts of issues with the Species Registry. She’s still in a fragile condition and she doesn’t need the stress that would come with dealing with conflict.
In other college news, Beige University fired the coach of its hunting team yesterday. I wonder how this will affect Rhonda, who’s a first stringer on the squad.
Today's question: How many are in your household?