I watch Anya put Cheerios in her mouth. I am counting them, I get to 12. She isn't stopping. She, mouth full of O's, starts to reach for her sisters' tray. 13, 14, 15. Finally she is chewing.

Rachi is a stacker. She must have two crackers at a time. She must stack them before she takes a bite.

We are all a little neurotic. We all need hair cuts. We are all sick of the rain.

Jeff looks out the solarium window and we are on the bridge of a ship. Up 7 flights, the water pours down the street towards the White House. "What if it never stops," he says. "We are on the 7th floor, who cares," I say.

Archie's vet is rude when he calls me to tell me Archie survived his surgery. I have lots of questions to which he laughs. I want to tell him he is a dick, but I don't. Archie is away for the night and we miss him even though he smells and makes Rachi break out when he licks her face.

11:05 and I am thinking of ghosts again and how they work. And how maybe they don't work at all. Maybe we are not surrounded by people who can't remember why they love us. Or maybe we are.