Sometimes It Takes a Clown
Life (with a capital "L") is patently refusing to cooperate with me right now. I have this perfectly-reasonable little list-- want to read, want to write, want to have some fun (not too much, just a bit ) --yet all I've managed to accomplish for the past couple of weeks is a (ridiculously-)small amount of the first, none of the second (grrrrrr), and only a smidgeon of the third. (Oh, yeah, and work--boring, crappy work, how could I forget that?--which seems a lot more like punishment than accomplishment.) So, in the spirit of... well, of some thing--yes, I know it's a day late (but it goes back to the un-cooperativeness of Life... see how that works? )--and since it's been, oh, forever-and-a-day since I did one of these, I'm giving you some Patriotic Boycat to enjoy. Here he is, in all his splendor... (Just humor me, okay? He's the large, gorgeous bundle-of-fluff feline clown who keeps me somewhat sane, and I adore him.) Oh, and I will h...