associated in random thought

benefits of being sick.

roberta flack sings through the record player. helen is in the kitchen, chopping potatoes for a veggie bake. clem and shiloh wrestle on the chair, carrying on their interspecies affair. she's got her arms around his neck and is biting his nose. now he's biting her ears. she gets angry, and leaves him. hopefully, he won't go after anyone's panties now. he's become one of those puppies lately.

even though i am stuffy, i can still smell the gorgeous coiled incense that chris brought us back from taiwan last summer. it smells like the home we have made. sweet and smoky. pure. it's no cheap, perfumy incense. its scent is holy, like the old A frame chapel of st. augustine's.

i need to write tonight, even though i don't have much in the way of words. i am working on an essay for class called "why i cannot write".

i miss having something to say.

i'm quiet, stopped up, but still quite content with my whereabouts. a little while ago, helen came in from the front yard and announced, "the lady at the halfway house down the street is asking the ice cream man what he wants for christmas." and i love the fact that the fantastically annoying and rusty ice cream vans never cease to come through our neighborhood, despite the weather being effing cold. it reminds me of life in belfast four years ago. i was there.