Still in other news

How perverse. The little Scotty dog is, once again, same as any day, made happy by a tennis ball. Once again it curves above the park, till his squat legs catch it up, for him to return, wearing it like a yellow comedy nose. The ripped-red of half a bus, a wall dotted with blood - just distant shapes in black and white. Or, some other time and place, the rubble of a broken building - just a new space to sniff and pee. How perverse, that today, like me, he does not care for a mistaken apostrophe.

Time instead for my sister's birthday party. Enjoy your weekend.