Sorry folks. I know it's been kind of a slow-read for you all on this end. Don't worry, I've not gotten too serious about things. After all, I seem to think that being overly serious about life's minutia is the first step toward insanity.
On the other hand, I have been busy writing like a lunatic, so my mind may not be altogether in this particular time and place. And, after gawking at and adding to a collection of words on a computer screen for 8 to 10 hours a day, the only thing I want to do is drool over some jello and play with a ball of yarn in the corner for a while. In short, I need my blankey...
Unfortunately, my particular favorite blankey --a smothering, down-filled comforter-- sprung a little leak, and now my bedroom looks like "closing-time" at a Chinatown, back-alley, cock-fighting emporium. It's a real mess. But, I did enjoy the puzzled look on my cat's face when he saw the scattered feathers, and I'm hoping now that he doesn't think it's now okay to eat birds in the house.