I came home today to find the cats grooming each others' faces. My neighbor got a package from Australia containing vegemite, stuffed animals, and an oven mitt (it was declared), lying in the hall. I think i have the house to myself: i have not seen either of my housemates since i got back from the folkfest. In my mail, i got the North American tour schedule from Jeff Lang, an australian musician whom i saw at the festival: it was hand-addressed, but i won't be able to make any of the shows. Everything feels damp, and sounds empty.

I need to make plans, but there are contingencies on contingencies, and i am not up for strategy sessions. Thus the time creeps up.. like water.