City Living – The Reluctant Grownup

I have pages and pages to read for my 8:30 Contracts class tomorrow. But just now I am watching our cat sleep luxuriously on the dining room table, our short-legged dog fervently and persistently testing all vantage points around her to see if now can I reach? Here? Can I reach here? How about here? Can I reach her now? Cat cat cat cat cat cat reach the cat cat cat cat can I reach here? Etc.

I am myself enjoying the heavy-limbed ache that is the fruit of a punishing gym routine. I feel stretched out, well fed, and pleasantly exhausted. Today has been a day well-lived. The air conditioner next door loudly whirs. A distant siren wails, tinny and removed from me. My son snores, and the cat. Contracts beckon, but I hold the subject off for a few more minutes, and paint in my mind’s eye the memory of a Tuesday night in my first year of law school, mundane and yet lovely. Few are the nights when I comfortably exist in my immediate circumstance, but this is one of them.