Scratch on the moon like a familiar smile stained on my mind

rushthatspeaks tried a perfume on my wrist tonight that made me smell like a really swanky fish tank. It's BPAL's Y'ha-nthlei, so I see how this happened, but I was expecting more brine, less air filter. There was a great moment right after it hit my wrist when all the top notes blew off and all I could smell was kelp, but it didn't last. I think the moral of this story is that I just want a perfume that smells like low tide.

I spent today with Rush-That-Speaks, Fox, Rafe, and Lucien. Outside of getting hit in the eye with a painted wooden egg hurled at speed and close range by a two-and-a-half-year-old testing the concept of limits and also processing some emotions, it was really nice. (I put ice on my eye. It doesn't seem to have bruised. I can see out of it. I would be cool with not getting hit in the eye by anything for a week or so, though.) We ordered dry fried beef from Zoe's with garlic spinach and scallion pancakes for dinner and Rush-That-Speaks showed me Oscar #Worldpeace's "No White God."

I don't know if I will see Lucien again. I petted him especially before I left; I took pictures of him with Rush and gaudior when they got home. spatch called to tell him he was a good cat and I held the phone to his ear and stroked the sharp ridge of his back under the still-black fur. It is important to have good cats in your life. I am lucky enough to have one beside me on the couch right now, grooming his back foot. Tell your cats you love them.