I am in here.
So they are home, and moblogged even. The men are exhausted, need baths, and at least one of them has successfully grown a beard. Buck is not as pleased with his beard as he’d planned to be, seeing as a fair percentage of it is gray. He seems to have the notion that he ended … Continue reading The arrival
I sit and watch “The Martian Chronicles” on TV, which is Ray Bradbury’s most hated cinematic rendering of any of his works. The cats are lumped around me. Soon, this won’t be a quiet house any more – Peter and Buck come home today – in a few hours, as a matter of fact. I’m … Continue reading home again
Authors like cats because they are such quiet, lovable, wise creatures, and cats like authors for the same reasons. — Robertson Davies
Starting to be: not all of my luggage makes it back home at the same time I do. However, it was there on the front porch this morning, scratching at the door and waiting to be let in. It wasn’t the most important suitcase – it just carried some expensive shoes, cheap speakers, and all … Continue reading With the luggage, again…
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