olive slashed my little toe. i know she didn't mean to hurt me. she has wildness inside, and it comes out to play, hard. it's ok. she's sleeping like an angel now in the blue swivel chair. the fellow who wrote your inner fish is talking about fossils at the end of the earth downstairs today. it looks like more white weather coming on. i may finish the serpent and the fire, today, or tomorrow. it's a hell of a time on earth but what else is new? i'm finding much to savor.