October 17 2007, 11:10 PM Ombra

I was standing at work in one of the rooms that may or may not be considered my office and talking to a colleague; they picked up a technical monthly, and mentioned to the air that they should probably subscribe to the thing. I've held that subscription. I let it lapse. I told them: every month I happily pulled an issue from the postbox, only to discover that I'd already read about everything in there, sometimes in more depth (far more often with less polish). A month makes that news too old, these days.

I have a subscription to the daily newspaper. I have not yet managed to work it into the morning routine. I not sure I ever will. Growing up, I got my hands on the local daily when my father came home, having picked it up moments before from a paper box. We no longer have a morning paper and evening paper in this place, so I make due and read the morning paper in the evenings. The staleness is still there a little, but not entirely. Some things I know of already: I have seen the snark on the internet, but it's usually useful to read the rest of it, if only to better appreciate the snark. Some items do not rate snark, but are yet worth reading. There is always the crossword, and the pens in the jelly jar on the nightstand.

In the evenings on the porch, I have been getting visits from a cat. It's a young thing, I think, all smoky grey except for soft white feet. It is friendly, and finds new ways to climb the porch each time. It parades around, gently marking the posts and the chairs and me. The is how we got our cat when I was growing up; I should be careful. The cat carries no collar, no bell, and it is unclear if it is a stray or simply a roamer. It is unclear if it has a family. I should be careful, for I know this to be true, too: I am yet allergic to cats.

The evenings are getting cool, though.