Sniff, sniff. What’s that funny smell?
Ah! I recognize it. It’s a placeholder blog entry.
Sorted and tossed today. Tomorrow, some packing.
Little by little. Bit by bit.
Fergus goes for his neutering tomorrow. Maybe then I’ll have two thoughts to rub together while he’s gone, and manage a few paragraphs of what passes for writing.
But now — going to bed. One item on the list on the grade one “health parade”, which we all dutifully recited, thumping out each syllable with equal weight, was “Be in bed by eight o’clock.” I’m fifteen minutes late already.