Spark is laying out the four pairs of mittens and gloves. He's preparing for the winter cold. The end of October here means an opportunity to trick-or-treat in freezing rain and/or snow; I can think of many childhood Halloweens where I had to design a costume that would fit over my winter coat.
I'm on the couch with the laptop, looking for new jobs.
The kittens, Hazel and Mabel, are hiding in the folds of five layers of blankets on Primo's bed. Our house is uninsulated, yet we find ways of keeping warm.
When I'm stressed out, I tend to write less and less. I eat less. I sleep more. In the last three months, we've had one cat go missing, one cat need to be put down, my parents moved across the country, and I received official notice that my employment will end by December 31. It's been a bit of a hard go for my emotions.
Primo's voice is changing. Spark is getting taller and skinnier and sweeter by the moment. We filled the kitty void with two seven-month-old female kittens. Hero is playing more music with friends. Maybe we're finding some balance of the difficult with the joyous.