How the bell around the cat’s neck grates as she rubs her neck against the concrete. And we stopped caring so much about the cleanliness in our house. Which is counterintuitive because we were all home now all of the time, but possibly depressed. Or succumbed to the reality of our herd-like existence and the lowering of our domestic standards. Dawn and I emptied a bottle of Rose before 5 which was unusual but sublime, with the weather what it was and the general feeling of collapse crying to us both, alcohol! In the morning we walked to the lake and me with my PJs but not caring so much when we ran into some neighbors, no one really about. Frogs and birds, geese. The sense that nature had gotten a break from us and we ourselves were put on notice, reminded we’re guests here not landlords.
“No one really about”
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