three days ago i was probably thinking about what i'd do today and now i know or knew then what now not then there or that but things we live amongst like calendars and bubble wars and newspapers spread out on a hot hot sunday bed the cats eye wouldn't open this weekend i don't mean this as a metaphor but really the cat's eye wouldn't open it was pussy and maybe a sty i don't know i'm not a cat or a sty but we braved it we sat down and i grabbed her and with a wet rag furiously wiped at her eye which i don't think helped the eye open but i do think it made both of us feel a little better about the situation her thinking i'm taking care of her and me thinking i'm taking care of her but today it looks much better now doesn't it yes it does and back again to the hot hot sunday bed newspapers spread out and a long lazy half nap half sweat lodge laze about laying half way off the bed and wondering how my pillows could not get dirty with my sweaty head and drool gracing the cat hair and dirt clods oh really its not that bad but probally due for a washing today moved my junk from the old apartment to my bro dogs place in preperation for the great leap into travel time and no lease ville at the intersection of hickory and locust streets my neigbor with a kind hand on the wheel helped the said objects move from one locale to the next in a swift and sensible manner as yesterday was spent in the old aparment putting books into plastic bins listening to jimi hendrix all along the watch tower and cross town traffic of course i bought her breakfast dranka stella mixed with sprite no revelation not really anything at all today was hot