The spider on the wall has been swiped down by Kalika’s small grey paw and gigantic round eyes, innocent and silly. This provides her hours of entertainment during the light Monday rain. Rudra is serene with eyes closed, sleeping so peacefully with his head down. I keep procrastinating my writing assignment by doing other things, pulling up my calendar and marking that I have a haircut appointment the day after Thanksgiving and I must not forget. Set a reminder for two days before. Doors open and close tight in wooden echoey hallways.
Finished watching an interesting documentary on Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love, which mostly took stabs at the idea Kurt was murdered and did not commit suicide. Courtney had funding for the project terminated, so the film remained low budget. The gun found next to Kurt’s body contained no fingerprints, which lead some investigators to believe they had been deliberately wiped off.
The spider returns and we are both jumpy. Now K. is zonked and it’s just the two of us both very awake. I turn on the fan to air out the room. And drink water with Vitamin C fizz. Pour hot water into soup cups, vegan ones. Look at letters on the sign in front of the movie house: “Night of the Living Dead – Oct. 30.”
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