My untouchable tortie captured in the darkness, moments ago.
I am 'cat lonely.'
There was an ad for four Siamese kittens. It was sort of a heart-fluttering impulse. As I dialed I told myself in two voices that I was not ready, and that I could be ready. I phoned as early as courtesy allowed (8:30am) on the day the ad was activated. They were already gone.
All that was left was the flutter. Then I put on my apron and went to work.
I took a photo of this branch on the ground. I see it as a tree.
I played with it enough so that now it can model for me.
And tonight I'm too tired to write much. I'm tired from working, which is better than being tired from not working, or worrying, or being angry or any of the other things that tire us.
Working is good. It persists, through good days and bad ones.
I'm okay with that.
I keep forgetting to mention that the illustrations for Strange Light were created using some of the puzzles you sent me, whenever it was that I asked for puzzles and you so kindly sent them.
So, thank you again. I re-read the stories. Different reading them in the chapbook than in the emails Larry sent them. And the last story made me cry, again. I should definitely tell him so.