bread machine

i was home long enough yesterday to open my windows for the first time in my kittens' lives...they stand alert, still...dogs and birds and trees and the world...this fresh air becomes a symbol, as does the funny round robin i've seen twice now - do birds get pregnant or is it possible for them to simply get fat? i know so little about how it all works. i have a photo but no time...though my sleep will be plagued (she hopes) by more of the morning after insomnia dreams that came today. fourteen years ago yesterday i signed up for the fairytale. now there are pictures and debt to prove i was there...still waiting, but as they say when i'm wandering the aisles of the grocery store late at night...the future's open wide...he asked for the key, that's a start.