November 21, 2008

Promised Leland that I would repeat the step aerobics class that annihilated me on Wednesday, but woke up exactly as it was starting, to a pale gleam that I wondered how could be the moon, and wasn’t, but was rather a light fall of snow.

The cats love texture. The house abounds in smooth surfaces to sleep on, but they will choose the shirt dropped on the floor, the angle of a book on the desk, a magazine awry on the piano top.