The story lurches forward. Life throws up calls, emergencies, final notices, and gaps. Lots of those.

A tiny lizard under a basil plant. On alert, they always are. I open the window for a better shot. He’s gone.

Sharing a small space with someone I don’t really know – save for the fact he’s passing through and I’m his temporary resting place under the plant of basil.

Finished reading Possession A Romance this morning. Methinks I’ll get back to Through the Looking Glass now. We seem to get along, the absurd and I.