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October 31, 2013
Black cats screech through the night

as all the kiddies tromp through wet streets

willing to face frightful

ghosts and ghouls, and dark, cold puddles

that insult the feet of kids on the

move for treats.

Yeah, no, that's enough work. Goes too slow for a day like today, when I seem to be on track with my todo list. I brough Ronin to the studio. Thought he could be a studio cat. This is the fourth time. He settled down faster; one hour this time. But he's in a deep crevice; unreachable. Why bother? He is not happy here.