Begum, a small black cat, skeptical as ever of correction

I am told the cat was behaving badly overnight. She had very little to say in her defense, and did not deign to spend the day near me. I can’t blame her, as I kept hauling guitars down from off the wall and playing along to song titles sent by a pal ahead of invitation to vocal and instrumental accompaniment at a farmers market next Saturday.

It’s entirely likely I will lose my nerve and simply go to watch my friend and former bandmate sing and play her heart out. It’s also possible that I might sing karaoke for several hours at two different places the night before. Maybe the world won’t hold together, maybe it will. If the cat can misbehave, why shouldn’t I?

I hung onto my ballot until this afternoon, far too late to mail it in. When I realized I could drop it off at a county dropbox outside city hall, I drove over. And when a would-be voter pulled up beside me and asked, I loaned her a pen to fill hers out.

If I knew what I was doing, I’m not sure I’d give it a go again. Perhaps I’ll get the hang, instead of just lingering in the disquiet. Maybe I won’t. Still though, no reason not to try.

San Pablo, CA