Wednesday, January 07, 2009


Nothing for it but to act like a bear. Cats haven't budged from their perches above the radiators for a week now. My studio is too cold to heat with the wood stove so I have just ensconced myself in front of the fire with a pile of books, some good music, and bowls and bowls of hot soup and coffee. If anyone calls from the Fair Cape to wish me the best for 2009, they get a growl in response. I can smell their tanned and salty skin over the phone, and bear turns into green-eyed monster.