I'm otherwise occupied and distracted and there's this to watch and this rabbithole to tumble into and a request that I listen to something that is going to make me sigh with longing, and those horrible fleas are nipping at my feet so that I have to sit all tucked up on my chair until my feet fall asleep and the light breeze on a sunny day and Betty's eggs and good strong, black coffee and the ongoing manuscript edits and brain numbing job search and the new webcam and the tweeting of birds without hashtags and a bag of Halloween candy that will never hear its first Trick or Treat.
I owe you a photo, don't I?
Randal reminds us of what's coming. And then there's this.
UPDATED: Summer finds the meaning.
What's got your attention? What are you humming when you stare at the sun?
Mine.
