I had a breakfast alone at my favorite little cafe.
It was sweet.
It was sad: I am solitary so much now.
The salve? My girlfriend Liane is in town with her little Seamus and they came over for a few hours today: heaven!
No cats were harmed in the taking of this picture: Jones was being handled with gentleness and love: his eyes are just walleyed, so he gets an odd look sometimes - like he's saying "Help me!"
Liane also assured me that my house smells delightful, so I must be doing something right...