Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Catdog

The cat stares sphinxlike from the tigerstriped mat on the bookshelf by the window. Displaced littledog seems to have decided that she prefers to curl up on the blanket over the couchback, in the corner dent where the pillows meet the ivory frame. They face each other across the ottoman in their sleep. Ah, family.

Mom came up again from Boston to watch the baby while we worked. She was excited to hear the news; seemed a bit worried about my trip to Bangladesh, but I figure millions of people live there all the time, and they're fine, so why worry? Living means taking risks; it wouldn't be living without it.

posted by boyhowdy | 12:41 AM |

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