between cat and dog. r. is dogsitting. her neighbor fell, so i'm cat tending. and cat sitting here at r.'s. and mister's mom fell, so i brought him here. and jasper is hiding in the bedroom closet from the trauma of seeing r.'s suitcase, not to mention a strange golden retriever he's scented but not seen. i don't know how this will play out, but i think play is the operative word here. not that any of us are actually playing playing now. i'll try to make serious play here, to let the animals be, and be in between. if this moment's calm continues i'll go get mister's bed and settle in for the coming days. i felt a fragility. i felt something else was going to happen. now it has i wonder how we will manage, what will become of all of us. it happens and it still is happening. enough is happening so i pause my anticipation of what might happen next. and i feel that pause inside. meanwhile the wolf moon has set behind billowing steam clouds and it's zero minus eight.
stay tuned, i say inside.