December 6, 2020
Saint Nicholas. I kept a pair of shoes on the porch, but, nothing. Kept the tree lights on all night. Maud sits in sunlight under my chair, thrashing her tail slowly in what appears to be pure contentment.
Found the opened window where the neighbor’s gray cat had been entering my basement. He watched me seal it up, perhaps plotting how to get around me some other way.
ZOOM critique from Raleigh of Antigonus. The level of discourse was so ignorant it was all one could do to keep countenance in front of the camera. Nothing is worse for the arts than a self-satisfied amateur.
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