December 28th, 2002

Roman

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Really slow start this morning. I slept in, until almost eight. I am just now showered and dressed and feeling alive.

Bullet is still on my bed, where I left him almost three hours ago. I don't want to make the bed until he leaves on his own. He spends so little time indoors. It seems like he doesn't feel he belongs, as much as he did before the two interlopers showed up. Of course I am putting a lot on him, my own thoughts.