hot

Dear friends,

There is little to be said.  My apartment is about as hot as the 8th circle of hell.
Here's a story about an iceberg.  On the northernmost tip of Greenland there is a particular glacier, the name of which is inconsequential.  But let's call it Ladwig.  Warmer summer temperatures lashed the invitiate solid until cracks appeared.  Cracks that, under the incessant heat and strain of the ice's own ponderous bulk, irrevocably widened until the morning when, with no particular instigation, the outer edge of Ladwig slipped off into the ocean.  The resulting iceberg drifted slowly to the coast of San Diego, where I gladly hopped on, burrowed down into a cave, and could finally fall asleep as the currents carried us far out to sea.

Cool runnings to you all,
walter

artemis

Normals and strangers,

This friday evening, I was briefly the warden of an errant 14-week old black cat named Artemis.  Found crouching beneath a small palm, he (yes, he.  Parenthetical side note to story which adds very little and will leave the reader confused as to the continuity of the current, interrupted sentence:  I, arrogant in my cursory familiarity with Greek mythology, assumed Artemis would be a female.  My familiarity with feline genitalia is yet more feeble, but when "the beans" were pointed out to me, I eventually believed it.)  looked lost.  The slightest show of kindness won his trust.  After calling the number on his tag, and searching the park where he had been prowling, his true protector eventually came to claim him.  She chided him gently for getting slow enough to be caught (Apparently, he is given free reign, and the bell around his neck signals his presence), gave heartfelt thanks, and left.  I am loath to admit it, dogmatic as I am, but I actually enjoyed his company.

To the wind,
walter