it feels strange to be idled up here dozing with cats when mary is walking the pointers and menaced by a pit mix and r. is being tugged around the midway with loony lu, and i and i is missing mister too. strange blessing idleness. i always feel a little guilty like when i faked sick from school.
i would doze and dream of being naked in class, in the center where i loathed to sit. i was always at or near the back of my class, near the window and the free light of extracurricular daydreams. thank you to sweet r. and mary and barb and hilde and comet and lulu and mister for working with me and allowing me to play sick for real.