If I touch the peet, it will go away, and make the kitty mad. On the other hand, the satisfaction of touching the peet… truly transcendent. We shall see how long I can resist.

There is one (1) kitty peet poking out from under my couch

My heart wants to create and create and create, but chronic fatigue and the malaise of these current days dictates I sleep and sleep and sleep.

I will get there again. We must keep living, keep creating, and keep crawling forward. No matter who tries to crush us.

The sun will rise again.

Hmm. Well, I’m here.