October 12, 2009

The female angelfish is ill, and floats by herself in the far side of the tank. I think she laid too many generations of eggs and forgot what they were and joined her mate and her tank mates in eating them. That must take a toll on the spirit, however oblivious one is.

J emails that he is moving out of the studio, to work in his big new house. I read the words and let out a sound as if someone hit me. Circe raised her head in momentary concern. I’ve watched J woo and divorce a considerable number. He said it would never happen to me. I sort of assumed it would.