greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

"In the tired veins forming from the Tigris and Euphrates..."

Not a lot to say about yesterday. Sometimes, it seems as though the mission of this journal is to say as much as possible about very little.

It's slightly warmer today. Hubero and Linus are getting along; it was a short adjustment period.

Last night, we went out into the cold to see Steven Sebring's Dream of Life, the Patti Smith documentary, at the Avon on Thayer Street. It was beautiful. In every way. It was cool seeing footage from the Variety Playhouse in Atlanta. We're so lucky to have the Avon. We can see films without going to a googleplex, and without enduring National Guard recruitment propaganda. One theatre, one screen. No nachos.

I think I've mostly been in a haze of pain and painkillers for two days now. Maybe three. It's all blurring together. Work that needs doing is not getting done. I'm getting behind. I don't seem truly fit for anything but movies and sleeping.

There are two photo of Linus, including a close up of his polydactyl forepaws:

Photographs Copyright © 2008 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
Tags: cats, movies, music, sick, winter

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