i want to eat the candy canes off the tree, the tall electric-light tree. i am nervous about my father sleeping in the living room tonight: not about his sleep or my room but mostly about my cats, who have been known to terrorize a houseguest or two in the past.
my father is worried about the road conditions for our trip south tomorrow. we watched the channel that is not the weather channel, but the one that shows the weather all the time, with a computerized male voice reading whatever script some meteorologist has entered. the computerized voice sounds like stephen hawking's computerized voice. we watched it for a few minutes. every time stephen hawking said the word "cloudy" his voice broke, a word full of heartbreak.
