When I fell asleep he was parked in front of the screen door, looking out from inside the bedroom. There's nothing to look at, but there's fresh air and I suppose smells a cat might be interested in.
There are a couple of new kids in the complex who have adopted the laundry room and the courtyard between it and my apartment. A boy and a girl. Last night as I was trying to watch Volver, through the open windows came a duet version of one of the songs from Tommy. I was impressed with that section where it goes all high/low and mildly insane. I'm guessing they are doing it in school chorus, they sounded rehearsed, and it's not music I would expect a 12-year-old to have committed to memory otherwise. Or maybe they are in drama, and the school musical was/is Tommy. This morning the girl piped out a few bars of a madrigal. Very pretty voice, I wonder if she's taking lessons. I also wonder where their parents are. If they're out again tonight I'll find out.
