May is almost done already

I finally bought that bed I've been wanting since October. My next act will be to paint constellations onto my new black sheets and sew rockets on my pillowcases. I have a solar system quilt, and the cat has so much space that she no longer wraps herself around my head and makes me sneeze. I am learning how to sprawl when I sleep instead of furl into myself like a snail. Not that a twin bed is so small, but the queen is defeating my instinct for smallness.

This morning I woke up in the predawn glow and fell in love with my apartment. Herbs growing on the porch, bed with aesthetically pleasant frame, windows filled with orange light and one filled with Algerian ivy. And then I felt uneasy at the sense of settling into a rut. A pleasant, white-collar rut.

A friend is loaning me a really nice camera for a few days, so I'll probably post all kinds of smarmy photos at some point soon.

I'm about to start grad school applications, which panics me. I just was starting to figure out how to have time for everything except poetry, which I miss badly.