Jim, MagnifiCat and I

 Magnus the MagnifiCat and I miss Jim. Still. October behind us now including my 71st bday. Jim was 77 in June. Patio garden still green but few blooms.  I call out for Jim sometimes when I am sad or fearful.

Made an appointment to see Jim next week. I’ll bring madeleines, his fave cookie. We’ll see how long this visitation window remains open before a new case pops up in the community thereby prompting another closure.

Tomorrow is election day in the U.S. It will be stressful and possibly violent. Even more stressful for me since I don’t see Biden as the nation’s saving grace. He merely is the center-right wing of the single-party system that includes Republicans on its further right wing with their orange cheeto on the furtherest right wing of the party. No illusions here. So, fine, blow me. 

Nancy will fly from Brooklyn and we will repair to Southern California for a week in mid-December, two days in LA, five days in Santa Barbara. Respite needed. Nancy time needed.

Just miss Jim.