Mishka is snuggled up to---and partly upon---the laptop, which makes typing a little difficult.
But one must not curtail a purr.
A friend had some pieces in a show of mixed media arts at the library, and we got to visit and to marvel at the wonderful whimsy and originality of the pieces. Then we got to really visit, over coffee, for the first time in very very long. Maybe ever? Better late...
It is one of the days when my beloved feels so far away that I wonder if he will not be in some distant bardo when I die, and I may not see him at all; a sad and daunting thought.
I just fell asleep sitting up at the keyboard. Perhaps due to the powerful vibe of a sleeping cat.
I give up: I will go upstairs, with my incomplete thoughts and floating images, and return tomorrow.