we have the sounds of water boiling, Momcat’s standing mixer whirring, JQ and Netty snoring, more -ing words than you could imagine. There is red wine and Law & Order, winter wheat berries and countless braided rolls. Tomorrow we cluster together, sit where we can, eat until we’re sick, hug and kiss and gather in corners to laugh and whisper and sip and smile. We are safe and we are together. I am smiling southward with bittersweetness, thinking of the Weller Thanksgiving by the bay with the smiling dog and the windows facing water, the wonderful ones gathered there. I am love for you, and you, and you, and all of you.
Here are some things I’ve found, some cats for you.