I am in here.
That title sounds way too much like the title of an old sci-fi/mystery series. But that is indeed what I am turning into. I spend my daytime hours waiting for it to get dark in the afternoon so I can write properly. I am learning to sleep in late. Five thousand words to go. Theoretically, … Continue reading Night Writer
Buck has put two boxes of my writings on the dining room table downstairs. I haven’t been down yet, not being a very morning sort of person, and my down-going may be delayed by the two mysterious boxes. Well, mostly by their content. You see, Buck, being a very loving husband, has collected every scrap … Continue reading The boxes on the table
Everyone else, it seems, is already blogging about the disruption of the terrorist plot in London to blow up planes in midair. No need for me to add too much to the conversation. But I will add this: I’m still waiting to see mass apologies/expressions of outrage on behalf of the (presumably) non-terrorist (presumed) majority … Continue reading My 2¢
So I get up this morning, and my foot brushes against a small soft thing on the bedroom carpet. Since you know I share the house with 3 cats, you know what’s coming up. Yes, it is a small, dead animal, neatly placed in the center of the rug as gift. In this case, the … Continue reading Monday morning: the animals thereof
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