Thursday, July 06, 2006

waiting

Brooklyn Promenade at Night

Tuna has spent most of his time the last few days lying next to the door to the apartment. He is waiting for Pomona to return.

When I got in just a short while ago a squirrel was darting around the hallway.

Saturday I had a panic attack waiting for the Staten Island ferry. Y and I were going to take a ride, for some diversion. The crowded waiting area freaked me out.

1 comment:

KELSCI said...

Panic attacks can be a nasty and terrifying thing to experience.