I am critter-sitting for my friend Amie today. She is gone to visit her great-grandmother in Niagara Falls.
I like this farm very much. Other than the fact that my lovely new socks are matted with cat hair, it is a good place to be.
I was pretending to be grass earlier. Highly therapeutic. Having roots would feel nice. Always connected to the earth, always deep in the dark, cool dirt. Photosynthesizing would be terrific. Absorb light -> Have energy! I want thylakoids.
And then I went for a walk and climbed a tree and spied on Amie's horses. They are pretty beasties.
The middle class is a difficult place to live and to leave.