yesterday i broke my fingernail down to the quick. woke up wrapped in the lazy english-summer time weather and you. and we murmured morning voices about new shiny coffeemakers and dead fish. we late-morning languish bed-sheet laughed. made shopping lists for toaster bread and baby names. even then, i can't tell anyone how it feels to be so happy. sometimes. i'm no jinx. yesterday i saw a late night low flying bat trapped on the front porch. again.