I’ve made it to L.A., heading to a few parties tonight populated with the West Coast literati. So I’m a bit out of my element.
But I did get to lend a hand feeding five stray kittens that my hosts found a few days ago. The kittens are very tiny and had difficulty accepting the idea of an eyedropper as a nutritional source. However, enough got in them to serve as dinner. And now they’re all camped out in the bathtub, happily grooming themselves and squeaking every so often.
About to head out to the Black Clock party — which sounds very cool and Poe-esque to my ears, but I doubt it will go so far as to have people wearing red masks — and will spend an evening meeting famous people I’ve never heard of.
I should have studied, I think.