It is a full moon again tonight. After I got home from work I stood in the street at the end of my driveway, balancing my handbag, crutches, the mail and camera, and took this photo of the rising moon.
I am unsettled at the moment. It feels like my world has tilted, and although it keeps spinning I am liable to go flying off it at any moment.
Right now the cat isn't helping. George is prowling around the lounge room, climbing in and out of boxes, crawling around in the shopping bag, sitting on top of the television, curling up next to me on the couch and purring for 2 minutes, getting up and attacking my crutches, and then sitting on the modem because he likes the heat. Now he is poking through the papers ready for recycling. I have no idea what he is looking for, but I wish he would just settle down.
