we’ve been having freaky weather all week. last weekend it was 70 degrees & all of san francisco was breaking out the spagetti straps. since tuesday it’s been about 35 degrees, & alternates between sunny & pouring rain & hail in regular, fifteen-minute cycles. very apocalyptic, particularly with the full moon. it’s tripping zeke out. at the moment he’s making laps around the room: climb curtains, attack pillows, use jen’s hand as spring board, check on the weather, up the bookshelf, nibble on phil the wonder plant, & back to the curtains, all with his ears laid back along his head & eyes flashing. he’s not really fearless: he fears my roommate’s boots with a fervor that approaches religion. john swears he’s never kicked him, but i have my suspicions.