Tuesday dans le tubes

So I get phone calls from the past. Then I get hung up on nostalgia and have to go uphill to get back to the present. Luckily it's a mild day so I don't have to sweat. But by the time I get back it's dark, and the moon, almost full, is rising among the trees, and the gray cat is waiting to be fed. So I feed the cat, and he still looks at me as though he's disapproving of the delay. I wonder if cats get nostalgic? I know they don't get phone calls. Oh, crap. I forgot to fetch the mail today.