Saturday July 10th

Day 81

Walking into the hot oven of our house, the pussy cat who has been alone since early this morning, comes to greet us. I fling open windows and doors and drink in the brightness of the garden against a darkening sultry sky.

All day in my glowing silk dress and low heels, I find myself dislocated among people I know but don’t know. And some I love. Stranded at a round white-clothed table, smiling, listening - remembering who I am inside.