6 p.m.

went to the garden to cut a bouquet of pink cosmos for grandma. was outside the kitchen window before coming back into the house to wet a paper towel to keep the cut stems moist, and could hear don inside repeating over and over, “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit,” and giggling, thinking he was alone.

“i could hear you, you know,” i told him when i came in.

i phoned barney before i went to grandma’s.
“are you homesick?” i asked.
no, he said.
“then i don’t have to come and get you?”
well, i did miss you a little bit.

when i got to grandma’s he was watching yosemite sam and bugs bunny and laughing his ass off. i told him bugs bunny cartoons were the ones i watched as a kid. i bet they’re better than anything you can watch nowadays, i said, and he agreed with me.

back home, as i was putting pizza bagels into the oven for supper, don came over and said “i apologize for talking like that, mom.”

i’ve been laying on the couch reading milton’s elements, by cordelia strube. it’s a bit dark, but the main character, milton, does have a lot of thoughts that i have had. about how some men don’t want other men to think they are pussywhipped. about how some women stay in abusive relationships, foolishly waiting for the good side of their spouses to reappear.