Scrumping

I had a windfall apple up the hill this morning, in August(!), sweet and fizzing with orgone energy but I ate carefully and sure enough, there was an Inhabitant. The oranges I so often get are always sound, and there are brambles too, so I enjoy the communion and walk hope with juice sticky on my fingers.

We had a hilarious dinner with Felix last night, stuffed him with red meat and he did his washing, and he enjoyed pulling nails out of wood, and the smiling loo seat, and helped me unload the tiles from the car because by then I had had it.

I have 2046 on iTunes and play it incessantly, especially Perfidia which reminds me of the lacrymosa from Mozart's Requiem.