I should be writing. I should be reading. I could be finishing "Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy" right now. I could be replacing CDs in their towers. But I'm not. I'm not doing any of those things. I'm just sitting here staring out the window, thinking about you.

Spring has come back to the Magick Forest and everything is lush and green. Through my windowed wall I have a panoramic view. Ordinarily there would be music playing right now, probably Hendrix, and I'd be jamming as I gaze. But not today. Today I am listening to the hum of the refrigerator harmonize with the hum of the computer. The cats are singing lead at the food bowl. Birds on the patio provide backup vocals and the air conditioner comes in on the chorus.

There is a nice little breeze rippling through the forest. Daintily the leaves respond to its message while graceful limbs bow to and fro. Behind me now I hear a tiny bell. A jingle, a jangle, the sound of cat paws against plastic. Thud! Whack! The pussycat is playing with one of two kitty toys she received in the mail from Luminaria. Okinawan kitty toys, no less! She is entranced.

I did stop thinking about you long enough to put some chicken in the oven for the cats. They like baked chicken. It's one of their faves. Bandon is having a smidgen of albacore tuna at the moment, as an appetizer. Did I tell you that I found him asleep with his face in the food bowl the other day? He is so funny. Sometimes he goes in the kitchen and waits because he knows the trough will inevitably be refilled. I guess he waited so long that he fell asleep. I found him snoring away, head lolling in the food bowl. He cracks me up.

The pussycat is getting into this toy. It's a little plastic ball with a bell inside. She is wildly gyrating around the room. Propelling the ball this way and that with her paws, leaping into the air and twirling around, bouncing off the walls and stuff. Luminaria has opened up a whole new spectrum of experience for her.

The buzzer on the oven just sounded so I'm gonna go now and take the chicken out to cool. After that I should probably get my LBE ready for tomorrow, or find that resort reservation I made last fall which I will be needing shortly, or do something equally productive. I should. I could.

But I probably won't.

Not yet.

Not until I'm through thinking about you.