sunday joint

playful yet restful, the sunday meal, diverse mixture of meat, bread, cheese, deviled eggs, cake and creamcheese, settling in, post mastication, post dislodged from all it's packaging.  the evening has long since given way to the night.  cold...cold wind whipping the windows and i, surrounded by my friends.  skamper the tabby, claudia the seal point hymlian, kokopuff the siamblack and her brother, oscar.  just a few of the 13 co-habitants here by howard lake.  the persuits of the day yielding entertainment, information, writing in the journal, and dumping the trash.  not wholly unique but, my life...

the grin, which melts occasionaly but, finds it way back on my lips...

goodnight and jah-bless, one and all...