I leave books that I like, books that I want to read; books that I think that I ought to read laying around the house; on clothes bureaus’, on the table in the living room, next to the bed. But, recently, the only one touching the books has been the cat, knocking them to the floor for me to pick up.

The microwave is ringing for me in the kitchen. My hot water is ready to pour over the ground coffee beans. Malitta Style: yum, yum.