coffee, toast, and milk duds...
nothing better than listening to the jazz station on a sunday morning...smoothe and slow, sweet & low...something about slow motion sax notes taking their sweet ass time, floating like fat bubbles overhead...
fall is here. it left it's cool scent on my turtleneck, came in the door with the breeze at my heels...and it made me a little sad. coolness in the morning or late night requires an extra body to keep the nest heated, cuddle away blue loneliness, make me not get out of bed sunday morning...
this feels like the morning after, a huge friendly party, night full of drinking and merry and desperate hugs with the neighbor, only to fall into slumber by myself, single-ness...
under the covers early sunday morning, no friend at my side, just two cats meditating 'bout franny's emptiness..