Air
Moby spent the morning wedged between the AC unit and the railing out on the balcony, basking. Or lurking. Could be both. So welcome, weather to keep the windows open and the fans off. Oh, and sunspots for a cat. Places to lean and stretch out and curl. Feline version of photosynthesis, turning light into cute.
Scattered ideas about what to write, nothing enough to be coherent, not jelling. Needs a bit more incubation time.
Perhaps I need to wash the windows.
Labels: weather
Posted by Zhoen on Wednesday, September 01, 2010
5 comments:
maybe you need to iron your sheets.
I knew someone once who did that regularly. I've never done it.
I spent today shivering at my desk, wearing my coat.
Phil,
Even my mother, who ironed (my father's) handkerchiefs until I was old enough to do this, and made me iron my t-shirts, never ironed the sheets. I remember the first time I heard about that, and was terrified my mother would hear, and make me do that.
I'll do D's shirts, because I love him, but nothing else. Ever. No way.
Pacian,
Perhaps a good sweater and a space heater?
That black coat of Moby's must absorb heat wonderfully
I know just what you mean about jumbled thoughts. Sometimes if I just start writing they organize themselves.
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