don't even talk to me about the senate
I don't know; all I have to say is that the spell checker wants to replace "Yeats" with "Yeast," and that's about the model for how things are. I don't really mind that the home stretch of the book is keeping me from leaving the house.
The cat lies on my bed and dreams, paws twitching, of a soft white creature bouncing from the floor to the wall and back again, glowing, without sound, while he jumps after it, lips curling in hunger, making leaps far greater than any he has ever made in his waking hours—
