It seems that whenever things don’t quite work out, Roy and I find each other. I mean, this happens on a day-to-day basis, but when things REALLY don’t work out, we live together.
This is happening now, at least for the next two weeks. In the last days before Jake comes home for good, Roy is keeping the beardy quotient high up in here.
There are things you can be sure of– Roy is one of them, and I am glad to call him my brother. For these days, we will occupy this space in the way we have tonight: soup, open window, sweaters, folk music, dim lights. Occasionally we break from our respective tasks to guffaw, to pour a beer, to meet eyes across the table and smile at nothing.
Plus, this means I have a built-in cat sitter. This came in handy over the weekend, when I went to my parents’ house to celebrate young Joseph’s birthday! In my absence, Roy continued loving his (self-described) god-cat-daughter (“IF YOU OR JAKE EVER DIE, I’M GOING TO KEEP HER”) in the form of real-life playtime and in the sending of photos.
These are those.
Add him to the docket.
Nighty night, princess(es).