A bit of writing needs to be done… After all, I haven’t thrown a single word on the sacrificial altar of The Hushing Days in the last 36 hours.
A bit of grooming needs to be done… After all, the furry muse is reaching critical fuzz stage. A whole gang of baby turkeys might have taken up residence in her strawberry-blonde curls. Feel free to have a gander. I’m not looking.
Finally, a bit of nipping-this-thing-in-the-bud needs to be done… After all, couldn’t we all agree that this blog has gone on for about 115 words too long?
Unfortunately, none of these things is going to get done. I’m visiting my 4 year old nephew this Sunday and everything else pales in comparison.
Normalcy (no chuckles from the audience, please) should return Monday.