The latest

• There's an owl who lives in the tree outside my apartment.
• I have a bruise that looks like dragon smoke, but purple.
• My remaining cat is love-thirsty and cries when I touch her. Then after a while she settles into rumbling peace.
• A much-missed visitor coming.
• My poems are slack, limp little things.
• Minor legal troubles.
  
• My job is interfering with my work.
• I want to learn to play banjo. Thanks, Dark Dark Dark.
  
• I am considering moving again (elsewhere in Madison), this summer. Most of the good things are east of here. This building feels like a shelf lonely people stick themselves on to gather dust. I feel like even my occasional visitor is a disruption of this. We talk and the walls rattle and threaten to fold. I exaggerate.
• Meteor shower tonight. I think I am getting up supremely early instead of staying up late.