–My right elbow is sore from getting yanked by Bart yesterday.

–I’m nice and clean: Had a late evening shower, which helps me relax.

–Its warm in my office.

–The dog has put herself to bed.

–I’m thirsty.

It’s quiet here. It’s only midnight, on a Friday night, but the neighbors are asleep. I haven’t heard the sprinklers go off yet.

As a result of the quiet and the thirst, I am very aware of my solitude. I am deep in it, steeped in it. Maybe with rain coming, the sprinklers won’t go off. Maybe there’s a guy in charge of that, turning the sprinklers off when rain is coming. How do you get a job like that. The rain god of the condo association. El Brujo of the little rain.