i thought the kitten had escaped thru an open door or window but i find her huddled in a corner in the master bedroom this afternoon. she licks my hand when i feed her..

there's a lump in my throat; my tears well up when i re-listen janet's 'rhythm nation' & remember the 2 decades in between hearing it the 1st time, now & all the mis-spent & lost opportunities. 
"state of the world" has secretly inspired any charitable act of brotherly love i've ever committed... 

my mother & dion are off to town leaving me granny-sitting. 
'nip/tuck' is on again sadean & cross-generational, anti-ageist sexiness... 
... i'm rich: i fall asleep on a studio couch (to bjork & realworld records); there's a usb'ed electric guitar standing in the corner; i have a new feline friend who likes my fur bed cover & a growing pot plant...