penny lu morning. i get up for coffee and tennis in madrid and the sun and cloudshadows on the lake. (now she's dreaming beside me, moaning and twitching with green eyes slightly open. i think of numbers like the clock we see ascending or descending as numbers do and if the numbers drop i wonder where the posts go and i always go to trust again as though i'm a doubter who believes. i may obsess about the obamachron and other evils but i'm still right here with r. and the cats.