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August 09, 2005

for the turnstiles

Spike meows at me, curls around the monitor, licks my wrist and then bites it, meows again and finally sits and watches me type. Does he know something's up?

On Thursday I will drive north and see Herself and Moo again and in a few days we will all come home and things will be back to normal. ...Actually I hope that once we are home things will be better than the normal of the past year, and this hope is part of the reason why they have been gone--so their mother can Get Herself Together and turn back into a person.

So I can start planning for the day after and the day after that instead of just letting the time wash over me like rain, drenching me but leaving no real trace or change. Plan for next week, for next month, for school starting, for my birthday, for Chicago, for

I know, naturally, that plans are made to be broken. But shit happens whether or not you live your life or just let it pass on by, so I suppose I need to get in line again, right?

Posted by JudyLa at 11:00 PM | Comments (0)