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Saturday, February 12, 2011

If Only ...

... life were as intoxicatingly thrilling, thoroughly consuming, and ultimately satisfying, as this:


My brother Jonathan, who was father to the quite odd Harry until finding him a new California home for very good reasons, noticed that of all the fancy toys he purchased for his cat, it was when he dropped a twistie that all hell broke loose.  I've noted the same.  Only the red laser light produces a more vivid response.

Glenwood has major sticky stuff in her ear now, so of course brushes along every available surface, from my pants to the door edges of my apartment, leaving a trail I am sure will take me decades to sandblast off.

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