I would rather be a cat.
The Mocus is in my lap right now, with drops of water clinging to her head because she's been drinking out of the leaky bathtub faucet again. She has contributed nothing today beyond getting into the garbage, being a savage bitch to her sister, and yowling obnoxiously in the other room, but I am petting her anyway
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My nephew was born three months premature. He turned sixteen on Saturday.
There is hope.
My thoughts are with you all.
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It was the right thing to say, I'm sure.
My thoughts are with you - I'm so sorry you're going through all this.
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Also, this reminded me of one of my favorite poems:
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
-- Wendell Berry
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Thanks.
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