7:00 am on a saturday
and i am up and dressed, not really unreasonable
as i slept in my clothes. too tired to care about taking them off
i fell asleep on the couch with a cat on my chest and roused myself
enough at 4:00 to make it into my bed.

the house is messy and i am seeing how long i can put off
the cleaning that needs to be done, the cat litter that needs to be changed,
the kitchen floor that has to be cleaned. sometimes i just want to sit.
ok. most of the time i just want to sit. but no. i spin and i fidget and
i got a million places i gotta be.

saturdays = no bad love, ain't a thing that can go wrong.

finished suttree by cormac mccarthy. a must read book as far as i am concerned.
i was just trolling around in the book looking for a clever quote to grace you with
but realized that that wouldn't do the trick. mccarthy is very nice with words. like a poet.
i also just reread all the pretty horses. nice book too. though reliable sources (random
lady i met on the plane between here and somewhere else) have it that the movie bites, and
that one should not waste one's time.

debating walking down to the market. though i loathe to leave the warm. probably won't make it.