sovay | Eating cereal, remembering the sky

With great disgruntlement, Hestia submitted to the invasion of her sovereign space as I cleaned and restocked the pantry, disposing in the process of many of the shredded paper bags in which she had been pleased to nest and very unfairly folding the unshredded ones into the indispensable bag of bags, out of reach of the mighty paw of kitten. I have been so ill for so long that I have been barely cooking for myself and tired of it: nothing is superabundant, but groceries were included among the errands I spent my day running. The shelves tidily contain cornmeal and jam and tinned fish and soup.

spatch organized his ramen. When I have finished cleaning the counters, I will be able to bake something. I just heard a train whistle blowing in the night, which always makes me think of Tom Waits' "Gun Street Girl" (1985). Someday I will eat a seaweed cheese.