And the clock ticks faster every year
I made landfall chez
selkie around three o'clock in the afternoon and my godchild almost instantly wanted to show me the reorganization of his bedroom and take me for a walk as he biked with his familiar in his backpack and for the first time reciprocate in our time-honored ritual of my weightlifting him which I have been doing since he was a lankily small child and it took no effort at all.

As of this year, he is a full two inches taller and I can still boost him.

It took a couple of tries, but the Flying Ashkenazi Brothers are ready for the big time.

I have never known a cat who liked to be toted around in a backpack, but Jorts (Jr.) was remarkably sanguine about my giving it a try.
My early birthday present from Selkie is a rare copy of Leib Spizman's Women in the Ghettos (פרויען אין די געטאס ,1946) in timeworn but otherwise astonishingly sound condition plus a Gol/Them sticker which I am using as a bookmark. I have been fed chopped liver and lime-yuzu soda and a variety of proteinaceous snacks. I even managed to doze a little on the train once my seatmate disembarked at New York and left me room to stretch my legs out in. I could have done without lightly hitting my head on a chair likely out of sheer exhaustion, but I plan to get as much sleep out of the windowless pit as I can. As a last grace note of the night, I did not expect to find my flash fiction "Teinds" (2007) listed among Maria Haskins' "A Short Fiction Treasures Special: 2 x 25 Gems from Strange Horizons' Archives." May all of it be some kind of template for the year to come.

As of this year, he is a full two inches taller and I can still boost him.

It took a couple of tries, but the Flying Ashkenazi Brothers are ready for the big time.

I have never known a cat who liked to be toted around in a backpack, but Jorts (Jr.) was remarkably sanguine about my giving it a try.
My early birthday present from Selkie is a rare copy of Leib Spizman's Women in the Ghettos (פרויען אין די געטאס ,1946) in timeworn but otherwise astonishingly sound condition plus a Gol/Them sticker which I am using as a bookmark. I have been fed chopped liver and lime-yuzu soda and a variety of proteinaceous snacks. I even managed to doze a little on the train once my seatmate disembarked at New York and left me room to stretch my legs out in. I could have done without lightly hitting my head on a chair likely out of sheer exhaustion, but I plan to get as much sleep out of the windowless pit as I can. As a last grace note of the night, I did not expect to find my flash fiction "Teinds" (2007) listed among Maria Haskins' "A Short Fiction Treasures Special: 2 x 25 Gems from Strange Horizons' Archives." May all of it be some kind of template for the year to come.

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Thank you!
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Sleep! Snack! Pet the front end of a Jorts!
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It's a wonderful book. It seems to like the bookmark, too.
Sleep! Snack! Pet the front end of a Jorts!
Some of your fancy tinned fish is already no more!
*hugs*
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Thank you! One of the cats of my childhood would run around on a leash, but the backpack experience was new to me!
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And I'm glad Jorts Jr. is up for roadtrips as a backpack passenger.
And YES! I saw your name on that list and was super glad for it! Made me remember when we both participated in the 10th anniversary reading, do you remember that?
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*hugs*
I love him so much. He even seems to be all right with that.
And I'm glad Jorts Jr. is up for roadtrips as a backpack passenger.
I watched my godchild bike her around! Not once did she protest! Unlike just now, when she was so bitter that I would not let her out on the deck that she made a point of resentfully eating her kibble as soon as I came back inside.
And YES! I saw your name on that list and was super glad for it! Made me remember when we both participated in the 10th anniversary reading, do you remember that?
Yes! That was excellent.
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