081013 #dog *Early, in the still prismatic hours.* HIM: It's all about creating a space. ME: Good morning. HIM: Oh yeah. Good morning. I made some coffee. ME: You got a cigarette? HIM: Sure. Here. ME: Thanks. My back hurts. HIM: [deciding he can take a break from creating a space] Here. I'll rub it for you. Then we can sit outside all day on the porch and watch the acorns dive-bomb the weathered planks. ME: Hey, sometimes you're not all that bad, you know? HIM: And you. *That's it. That's really it. That's what today is like.*