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The cat let me sleep in this morning. Finally. i guess they clue into our schedules. Miss Jane lives the day shift, i live the night... thus the Beast stalks by day. Early. Therefore, all must awake, early. That's why i threw the pillow at her, Saturday morning. Maybe she remembered that. Or else she acclimated to my late-night behaviour. Whatever... it meant my first decent night's sleep all weekend. Making me fresh for launching into responsibility. Papers. Laundry. Three hours in the boggy garden... first damp, then wet, then sunny and hot. Perfumed with rotting fruit and the pregnant, moist scent of chlorophyll... like the innards of some living thing. Yes, it's quite alive there... to the tune of forty pounds of fire. Good to have this done. By Thursday, the air could be a lot more damp. And agitated. All of the local newsrooms are hyperventilating over the prospect of a hurricane slamming into the state. Cue sales of plywood, duct tape and batteries, at slightly higher prices. No sales, this week. It's so like the winter, when the slightest breath of snow sets the stampede for bread-milk-toilet paper. You know, like the End Is Near. Well it could... for some. Stopping in to look after my mom, she reminded me of one that kicked Virginia's ass just before i was born... torrential rains violent enough to saturate a mountainside, and bring it down. In the meantime, tonight i sleep. Dreamless, with any hope. |
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