The breeze through our open window is cool, but welcome, and I wear shorts and a blanket and a sweatshirt with the hood pulled up. All afternoon I have been working, or eating, now all evening I will be working, or eating.
There must be a break for cat blogging.
Word by word, I am closer to finishing the first half of my MFA. They’re hesitant now, but gradually, as deadlines loom, they will flow more freely and I will print piles of papers and allow summer to descend most fully upon me. As always, we are just about between things. For now, for today, my Bearded Co-Cat Finder is sick, home early from work, sleeping off a sore-throat across the room while my keys chatter and I drink tea after tea after tea and allow the first breaths of summer to wash over me here at this table on the fourth floor where I can see rooftops and leaves and flight paths in the blue sky above. We will live like this, in the grip of wonderfully boring domesticity for just a short time longer, at least for now, and then we will have separate summers. I will sit by this window, Jake will sit by that window, and with 262 miles between us, think of all the cats.
Here are some who live nearby.
[sighting: Washington Avenue at Classon Avenue, Brooklyn, NY]
[sighting: 6th Avenue, NY, NY]
[sighting: Franklin Avenue at Fulton Street]
