my eyes were dry as though they were open all night. i started blinking and the moisture came. r. went to p.t. jaspie yowled for breakfast. i said too early mr. he started heaving and disgorged bile in the hall. now he's in the window clawing the screen, now he settles and looks out. he hasn't been outside in fifteen years. i wonder what cats think about the inside and the outside. do they ever feel trapped. i feel trapped in circumstances and then i get used to some and recognize others i make for myself. i would dearly like to clear my head and appreciate my good fortune.