making things

jessica, two year later, i'm going to respond to your last post. i want to respond now because, well, i feel like i'm not making things. in my line of work, i'm supposed to produce knowledge, but i feel like i'm not qualified to the produce the kind of knowledge i'm expected to, and that even if i were, this knowledge wouldn't matter -- it would exist in such a small way for so few.

i haven't really written anything in two years. and now that i'm required to write for my exams, i find that i have nothing to say. i can force myself to write. but i don't know that even i care to read what i've written.

my cat's been wearing a cone for the past few weeks. he had licked off the fur on one small patch near the top of his front leg, and i was worried he would create an open sore if he kept at it. this morning i did laundry. when the sheets came off my bed he crawled underneath, something he has trouble with when the cone is on. many hours later, after i had remade my bed with clean sheets, i could hear the cone knocking against the belly of my bedframe as he tried to get out.