So many readings happen that I want to go to, and so many things come up that get in the way. I have a policy that I won't go out when Katie is depressed and needs me, even if she is asleep. I don't want to abandon her and gallavant around. The Collaborations reading looked super-swell, and I'm right next to downtown now...but...didn't make it.
The treehouse has a certain cozy enclosure. When I am here it is hard for me to leave. We are bracketed by Alvarado with its traffic bottleneck, and the lake. Unlike Waco, the cottage so small that I was always pulling outwards, to silverlake sunset for coffee and window shopping, now I've been slow to explore.
Sitting in downbeat cafe, Katie and I decided to draw each others' former selves.
Katie envisioned mid-nineties me.
I went for general cuteness.