thoughts scurry and idle like cats methinks. it's been peaceful up in here it seems, or peaceable til this a.m. when penny woke me for breakfast and then led me to her penny puddle in the kitchen. it's all in a day and i was lucky it was only once in nine. but then i hear a dreadful yowling commotion in the front room and go to calm it down and see penny sprawled with white fluff all around—i should have pictured it—and two claw sheathes. it was a quick vacuum and no one is hurt so the sound and fury resolves into peacefulness or peaceability again. tenuous perhaps is what we have for the specious normality we imagined before the pandemic. everything is pandemic now we see—even peace.
cats are missing r. coming home tonight. we made it this far. we bid you peace today and all the days of your life.