Rory Parilac

My cat Dave is visiting me in Danville for a fortnight or so, on generous loan from my stepdad John and thanks to a generous drive across the state by my mom (!). John took in both Moses and Dave when I moved in with hyper-allergic Matt, and I’ve been so grateful knowing they’re together and adored, as they ought to be. But Matt not joining me here…

What number of house is this? How many have actually been houses? How hard would it be for me to remember, if I let myself meander through the project?

I currently feel up for answering all three of those questions.

Let’s see…

1. 1979. First house? Don’t know. Somewhere in…

Letter From Danville

Alright, I’m looking for a new home, with no bloggy ghosts, to start over,

to stop always be starting over,

so I’ve moved somewhere I thought I’d have the energy, and the room, and the desk, and the hardware, and the desire, and the isolation to blog.