I have been a bad blogger lately for personal reasons. And yet, the funny thing is that my life goes on whether you can read about it or not. I have developed a new superstition. The quality of the rest of my day is now determined solely by the number of cats I see resting in windows on my way to work. On Thursday, I saw about five lazy cats of varying colors, just hanging out in South Philly windows, waiting to bless my day. Today, I saw exactly no cats. It's funny how random these things are; how desperate I am at this point in my life to find some sense or meaning that I will let these things determine my mood. It's ridiculous how I consider myself an athesit and yet adhere to all this magical thinking.