...which I'm not allowed to mention. Damn.
But! First of the year! (Sheesh, what have I been doing, all these eight days...?)
Back to the read-through. Soon as I can work up the impertinence to cast Barry from my knee. He does have a perfect sense of bad timing: constantly privileges me just when I'm about ready to move. So I either have to sit here longer or else discourage him. Guess which way that works out?
Meanwhile, Mac has been sniffing jade-dust. You don't know what this means yet, not having read Dragon in Chains yet, but it's that time of the night: all cats run mad at six o'clock (can this be because all cats get fed around six o'clock?). Vrooom! says Mac. Hah, says Chaz. Jade, says Chaz. That's what it does...
But! First of the year! (Sheesh, what have I been doing, all these eight days...?)
Back to the read-through. Soon as I can work up the impertinence to cast Barry from my knee. He does have a perfect sense of bad timing: constantly privileges me just when I'm about ready to move. So I either have to sit here longer or else discourage him. Guess which way that works out?
Meanwhile, Mac has been sniffing jade-dust. You don't know what this means yet, not having read Dragon in Chains yet, but it's that time of the night: all cats run mad at six o'clock (can this be because all cats get fed around six o'clock?). Vrooom! says Mac. Hah, says Chaz. Jade, says Chaz. That's what it does...
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Date: 2009-01-09 11:57 pm (UTC)The dogs here run mad in the morning. At six, they spin and leap in circles. It's quite the show.