The Muses caught a Trailways to an unknown destination. Most likely somewhere more hopping than my head - somewhere like Muncie.
Oddly, I have a few ideas formulating in my head, but not gestated enough to actually release them.
Work hasn't been horrid, so I can't blame that, but the days are long, especially when it's 710's week to actually have to go into the office.
Everything just ends later. Home. Dog walks. Dinner. Then when it comes to this, well...............then I'm stuck.
I'll be better.
Probably.
I'm not promising you anything, Whoopi.
Song by: Lenny Kravitz
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I think they are in Boise, inspecting the potatoes.
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