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[Feb. 5th, 2005|05:50 am]
rejectomorph
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I'm just waiting for the cat to come back in so I can go to sleep. I don't like leaving her out on her own this time of day. She gets in fights with strays and somebody has to be awake to break them up. She's probably gone up the street to inspect the diesel house that parks there several times a year. It arrived late last night. Even a cat as misanthropic as she is inquisitive about the comings and goings of people. Those who arrive and depart in diesel houses the size of Greyhound buses must be most interesting to a cat. Still, I'm sure that she's grateful that her house does not move about. She likes things to stay put, and is not fond of going for rides herself, probably because those few she has taken have all ended at the vet's office. Cats most likely disapprove of all things with wheels. They are probably wise to do so.
Though yesterday turned quite gray near its end, there has since been a clearing of the sky, and the stars are now shining. Their light will soon be augmented by that of the thin moon, as soon as it clears the trees. The day could turn bright, though it will not, I think, be as warm as recent days. Neither do I expect to wake as early as I did yesterday, unless the people who may or may not be moving in next door return to create more disturbance. I used to think of Saturday differently than I thought of the other days of the week, but for many years now, there has been little difference among the days, and I feel no special attachment to any of them. I like all of them to be quiet until I am done sleeping.
My previous entry was #2,666. I wonder if that means that it was twice as evil as entry 666? |
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