Weigh

Cat steps on my legs
Strides up, weighs down the blanket
Urges us to rise.


Both of us slept in, D after a few hours lost in the middle of the night. Moby does not approve, and will jump on and off and on, purring loudly, when he deems us lazy lay-a-beds. Got on the side table, we have not seen him do this before, and batted at the light pull, which we have. One way to wake in a good mood, to purrs and play, however pointed and insistent. We made breakfast together. Cat would like to go out on the balcony, but we love him too much to expose him to such bad air. Dismal light drifts in, we are warned not to breathe.


Finished Three Bags Full, as recommended by Dale. A full story, funny and a little sad together. Mostly, I love that it takes me into a different way of thinking, ovine in this case. I think I may use the phrase "Beyond all sheepy understanding" from now on. Possibly magical, or possibly not, I haven't decided, but it could be both.