Last night we went to A’s house with food for his dinner, including a porkchop Ming picked up at the Catholic Worker hospitality day. It was weird to give someone a porkchop. And half a baked potato, a biscuit, 18 green beans…
He read to me. He wanted to keep reading but I didn’t want to overstay. The dogs nudged my hands and made me pet them. The dogs climbed on me. I was like, what do you want from me? What is fun about shoving their faces up to my face? Weird. Those dogs want a lot of love.
So do I. I can relate. I should go back to bed–it’s the middle of the night. I was up with a fitful dream about the letter E being replaced with a slightly different letter E and all this art about it.
