|I’m writing responses to various students and their projects. I should have been writing another essay, too, but haven’t yet. There are still a few more hours of workday today.
Yesterday Maestro curled up to sleep in the nook of my knees as I lay down reading, but when I (foolish human) got up to get something he stalked away to sleep on the doona instead. It doesn’t rudely move. It’s reliable.
Today I’ll use his calm to keep me focused. Write. His head rests on my exaggeratedly pink bag. His tummy steadily rises and falls.
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