I left my cat in Newburgh with a friend. I am confident that he will be cared for but I am sad that he can't come with. I seem to always have to leave him somewhere. Nothing is ever stable. For awhile, we were leaving a place every year and a half. I lived on Morrison for 4 years. It was a record! One summer my cat was at the beach in Ashbury Park, where BRUCE use to play. I was in Lancaster working. It was so much work in the summers. And I imagined him drinking margaritas and listening to Thunder Road over and over. (This is all I would do if were spending the summer on the Jersey Shore) Now... I don't know. I just hope it turns out well and there aren't too many frustrations, for my friend or my cat. Secretly, I am hoping that Skala will be inconsolable. The cat is the oldest possession I have. I doubt I have even had a book for 11 years. Maybe a sweater or a scarf but that's not the same.
I need to work this weekend and try to prepare as much as I can for the defense on Monday. Let go of any anger and have an answer for anything thrown at me.
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