I'm going to do real life for a time. Maybe a week. We'll soon have guests and be doing Stuff.
I have to post a blog article somewhere else--another place that doesn't get comments. Great. This writing notes to "no one who may be concerned" is a downer after a while. (No, I know it's not your job to entertain me. I don't blame YOU of course.)
The bat is still hanging upside-down in a kid's room. Bats don't bother me, usually. But L's family down the street is currently getting the series of shots. The bat that got in their house last week had rabies. It's bad enough to have to get punctured over and over, turns out you have to go to the emergency room to get the shots on days 1, 3, 14, 28 ER...There're a few days of your life sucked into the void, waiting.
Okay, enough rambling. I'm off. I'll be back.
Before I go, I have to post something over at passionate prose. Eventually.** First I think I'll go get the broom and see if I can do some bat herding. Heh. I was the one who coaxed him into the room last night. All the men I live with were too scared and hid behind closed doors, including my husband.
**Okay, done. it's this year's RWA scandal as interpreted by someone who's not there and isn't getting reports of the event.