Objects of affection...

Big needy kitty on my lap. Head butts in spades. Writing this one handed. Not sure what the reason is, but I've been a target of love all afternoon. First yowling, then brush-bys, now this. Nice to be the object of so much affection. He knows. He always knows.

Up and out the door early. Dodged the farmer's market and went straight to the office. Got in some strong revisions on the new story, "Man of Letters." Middle feels a little messy, but it's got a strong start, and with luck maybe it'll turn into something.

Still can't quite get my head in the right place to put the last touches on the tuna fishing story. Or the coming of age story. Or the story about the birth parents. But they're close. All of them. Think it's the heat that's making me stupid, I don't know. Maybe I need to go fishing again. That, or clean the garage. Penance for a life wasted.

Looked after small things this afternoon and almost managed a nap in the process. Successes met, opportunities missed! (Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough gleams that untraveled world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move....)

Dinner tonight with guests. Brats on the grill. German potato salad. Beer and wine and revelry!

Still worried about my buddy. Hope everything's gonna be okay.