The Vet told me that Bailey has a heart murmur. In some ways, that knowledge doesn’t change anything, for I am constantly aware that every time she leaves the apartment I may never see her again. Life is so fragile, so precious and so taken for granted.

the ability that i have, to listen to music, to feel from it, to allow my mind to wander and dream, recalling old memories and imagining new ones at the same time, my body rocking unconsicously to the beat. my brain being able to process the words that i type as others enter my ears, humming along. being overwhelmed. wow.

I’ve been listening to some Garth Brooks lately; good stuff. Something that just hit me as a parallel is my run-in with drugs. I think I always was afraid of Dad’s anger and when I was finally man enough to talk to him I found that it caused him pain instead. It is very similiar in principal to this song, with the same conclusion – I hope that someday I am half the man he is.

i don’t know who you are, but i’m grateful.

i have a such a sweet, patient kitty. she will sit right by the door and never utter a peep, waiting for me to notice her and let her out.

from my Knuth book: long but enjoyable