in brooklyn now, trying to figure out what to do with these cats i am responsible for tending over while my hosts are out of town. one of the cats, Bamboo, keeps rubbing up against the door that leads to the backyard. but i don’t think i’m supposed to let him outside. that’s actually why i’m writing at this moment. to distract myself from exercising poor judgement. this has nothing to do with writing. and i know so very little about cats. but i still need to remind myself that they are not dogs.

i’m not sure if i am supposed to be here now. at the risk of possibly offending 2 of my readers (who happen to be nieces), i kind of had to get away from my family… not away from them as people. bur away from holiday psycho-dramatics/dynamics. i think they will understand. i think they will appreciate my decision to not regress,  as tends to happen around these days.

but i always love coming to New York, so there’s that, too. i just hope that the timing is right–i’ve been under the weather of later and this makes me worried that i will not be as lively or entertaining a visitor or guest. i know it’s kind of ridiculous. i am here to challenge those thoughts. that’s why i’m here.