Author: Stacy Horn

Except I’ve been working so far. But if I get enough done I can be a slug tomorrow. This is a planter I passed by … somewhere in Manhattan. Pretty, no? I like the lion faces, and the peeling paint white.

And so he waits, faithfully. My cats are all about the birds now. The poor birds must feel like it’s a trap. No sooner do they land and start eating when a cat rushes at the window. The braver ones, like in the picture below with Buddy, stare. It’s like a bird/cat stand off.

BIRDS: Do we dare come closer?
BUDDY: Sure. What could go wrong?

It kinda feels like the mourning doves vs the pigeons out there, and since the doves are smaller I can’t help but root for them. I’m not sure what to do. I thought I might out another cup of food or something, but then I realized, it’s not like the birds will politely divide up. This cup is for us, and that cup is you guys.

Meanwhile, the food from a truck business has expanded into waffles, except they spell it with one “f” and also offer something called “dinges.” I do not know what those are.

Minutes ago!! They’re gone now because the world is exploding out there like crazy (storm). There are five here you can see and one that is out of sight.

A day full of movies. How long has it been since I’ve done that? I used to occasionally spend the day at the movies. I’d go to one after another all day long. I think it usually amounted to three movies, sometimes four.

My future is just one big question mark. I have no project lined up, no job, no income, and it will probably work itself out, I’ll get a book contract or something, but right now I just have NOTHING. It’s scary. And when I look around for jobs just so I’ll feel better, that there’s a Plan B out there for me somewhere just in case, I find absolutely NOTHING.

Here’s a picture looking up at the Municipal Archives Building (where I would love to work).