The afternoon has been quiet. I napped briefly, having fallen into slumber while listening to Theodore Sturgeon's "Starshine". Appropriately I was listening to a ghost story called "Haunt" when I fell asleep. I dreamed no dreams.
Shortly before, I had a lengthy conversation with Michael. I may impliment his advice regarding cats, but given that his cat Satan lives up to it's less than comforting name I am possesesed of some misgivings of his recommendations.