I sit here under blankets with the radiator steaming noisily in the kitchen, the cat beside me licking her paws (SO LOUD, Ryan Hamilton, SO LOUD), and a sky full of snow still pent up in the clouds. Soon I pry myself out of sleepiness, sickness (there is a tissue up both nostrils of my nose, the poor man’s answer to body modification), and head east for a very merry Quinn Thanksgiving.
But for now my Bearded Companion is not yet awake, still hiding under heavy blankets, feathers, in the dark alley room down the hall and I am here in the wash of grey light listening to Law & Order, dreaming of the snow I saw yesterday.
And Ryan Hamilton.
To follow are images I made on a recent trip to Washington D.C. where I saw my Poochcat BUT FIRST I spent the day carousing with Ryan Hamilton and Sarah. Somewhere around the frozen pizzas, the cat (Jasper) showed up.
Safe travel, my lovelies.