it sure is quiet today. no sirens, airplanes, helicopters, guns, oh there's a ufo, no a copter, no strange dynamo hum, the cats are stalking one another. r.'s making kale potato soup. last night i ate a half sandwich at 1 o'clock. my gut feels oddly odd today. i think of my studio, like a body i lived within, and wonder how it would feel if i could experience it how it lives without me. when i go in there it feels like i don't quite belong, and i'm accepted as a visitor. i think of my little studio passing xmas alone. i think how we're all bodies within other bodies and each full of other bodies of diminishing size. sometimes i actually feel at home in my body, and i'm grateful i can move it around.