Mornings Making Life Worth the Trouble

A modest indtroduction into the brain followed by Zoe Keating and her cello and the quilted cats. Coffee and a pickled egg. Only the present counts. Breathe. The blanket and the co-dependent cats, purring, trilling and lapped. My intoxicating faintly rising wafts of "thick, lipid-rich sweet sweat," which reminds me of my grandmother. The gas unit hums out heat for me and Vergil, the vent cat. I have no need for travel.