dangerous compassions

I call you / from the comet's cradle

Monday, July 20, 2015


We're here housesitting cats.  Catsitting a house.  Yesterday we were afraid they escaped, but they were just hiding.  I howled loudly and woke them up.

This morning we went for a walk.  We didn't go far, just to the lightrail station.  I cleaned the cat pans, as Ming calls them.

Yesterday we saw our friend J.  We had good conversations about family, books, art, Las Vegas, community, our peeps.

Ming's making phonecalls.  Maybe it's too early.  I'm waiting for a text.  Tosca is eating her food.


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