a pretty solid sleep

We put the cats outside yesterday in the early evening. Talk about a beautiful sleep. My first bathroom run did not come until after four. That's a pretty solid sleep. And then I readily fell back asleep. I really needed that.

my icon of Bo

Staring at my icon of Bo, that picture of him looking up at me, and I am awed anew by the sense that that time-period was such another life, like another world, perhaps in a parallel universe in another age. Bo was such a big part of my life, the heart of my life really, and, now, it is too much like he never was, like he never truly existed and my memory of him is a mental trick. But I tell you this: I miss that other life, as though it were somehow the best of me, the friendship of my young manhood.