We are a rain forest, our skin grows pale, our eyes would be too shocked at the sight of the sun to open. It is okay though. It is beautiful in its own gray, brown, green way. And the water is sacred and a gift to our land.
We could not find Maurice last night. I even went out in the fog and rain with a flashlight and cast the dim beam on the slick road to make sure she had not been hit. Mr. Moon searched too.
Our cat. Our silly cat.
Finally- I checked my office. There she was, meowing behind the closed door. Gibson and I had been in there yesterday to play and I did not know I'd closed her in. She is a sneaky one, that cat. She was so happy to be free. She slept on my legs all night long and did not even complain when I moved.
Here she is today, pretending not to follow me around.
Don't look, Maurice! If you do, I will be able to see you.
My god, how that crazy cat has stolen our hearts. I hugged her up this morning as she stood on the center counter, trying to get to Mr. Moon's cereal milk. I didn't give her a chance to escape, just hugged her with all my arms. Only for a second. She looked so shocked and offended that my husband and I both laughed out loud.
Finally. My own darling, dainty pink camellia. She is shy and lovely.
Good morning from Lloyd. I feel at least 1/8th human today which is so much better than the way I have been feeling that it feels like a Christmas miracle.
I myself just watched that Rolling Stone video of "Ran Fall Down" but I won't suggest that you watch it. I've already posted it at least five times. I don't know why I like it. It's sleazy and sexist and disgusting and dark and...wet.
Oh wait. That would explain it.
All right. Must go to town and then come home and wrap and cook and so forth.
Light the lights against the darkness. Play whatever music makes you happy.
Come on, people. We can do this thing.