Minou is missing.

One of my beautiful cats disappeared Sunday morning and has not returned. I'm hardly moved by the start of classes. The collaborative class in which I'll be writing poetry and other goodness in response to a visual artist's work (and vice versa) doesn't seem so thrilling just now. Can't think. Can't properly write. Tear ducts are actually still functioning quite well. If I could bargain with the gods for her, I certainly would.