Saturday, February 28

Nowadays Rosie sleeps through the night. I go to bed before or after 21:30 and, once I have switched fans and lights off and gone upstairs, she finds somewhere to sleep, and doesn’t bother me until morning.

She tends to define “morning” as somewhere around 6:15. I then get up to let her out. She goes out to find her friends and I wash, tidy the bedroom, and have breakfast. She returns some time between 7:30 and 10:30. She has a specific squeaking noise to indicate she wants to come in: quiet but very penetrating. She uses either gate, depending on what she has just done and what she wants.

This morning I sit at the table on the downstairs balcony eating my breakfast. Rosie has returned through the upper gate and lies on the floor pretending to sleep. I notice the light switch and take a picture. In the distance the temple festival continues, louder again with each passing day.

The image will serve to remind me of the way the building works when I eventually cease to come here, as everyone will at some point.