Apollo and Daphne, John William Waterhouse
During yoga practice this morning Levi insisted on walking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, across my mat and about my legs. I smacked his butterfat rump and told him to cut it out. Giving me a look, he splatted himself across my printout of positions, and I snatched the pages out from under him. This earned me a wide-eyed WTF, and he abruptly turned and stalked off in a snit. Cats!
Reading over yesterday’s post I realized the word meter lags behind my vision of the story. My mind is buried in unwritten pages, but it’s a relief to know where the story road is going. Time to get on with getting Gaius and Annasara out of Lucalla and back to Angharad.