Up at 5:30, everyone got their walks, including the Bean who pulled against the leash the whole way to the point I was dragging her. Bam escaped but resurrected for breakfast. The morning light was pink under a dark layer of clouds – portents for today’s storm.
No one vomited under cat watch, although they left something by the front door as a nice fuck you.
At my desk to start the day and the thought of beating my head with bricks overwhelms me, but instead I ring the brass bell a colleague gave me from India, I light the delicious candle Tanja gave me for my office, I touch the talisman she brought me back from Istanbul, I even hula hooped when five phone calls yielded no one there. Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Deep breaths.