06.15.06 - 3:27 p.m.

I called my volunteer job and said "Sorry, exhausted, not coming today" and am lying on the floor (beside the couch) doing some computing to keep the new kitten (under the couch) company. He appreciates these gestures a lot and rewards us by jumping around like a tiny kangaroo in the evenings.

Until then I'm reading what John used to write and do and think about before I knew him. I want to be shell-shocked by strange beauty, and I want to forget that the present is sometimes as hard as the past. How does one soft morning hard-en so fast?

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i whisper hello to everything