this morning #186.

this morning, a tiny tortoise slowly made its way across the kitchen tiles and he sat there staring, sipping a tall glass of OJ, watching his new pet make his way to its lettuce breakfast. outside, the california air was sunny but smoggy. inside, the apartment air was even thicker. groggy even. his boyfriend had moved in back in the early spring and since then, things had become incredibly pedestrian. their impulse tortoise purchase was the most interesting thing that had happened between them in weeks. he was totally looking forward to starting a 1000-piece puzzle of a provincetown pier with him that night. it was at least a thousand pieces less complicated than their relationship.