Have been quiet and introspective, almost hermit like in my dealings with the world, a lot on my mind, much to think about. Currently, am content to sit and ponder, or veg, if the urge grabs me as it so often does in grey cloudy afternoons, and stare of into space, not really thinking of much, just letting it all coalesce in the background.
Until the answers are forthcoming I shall be off hunting wabbits. Which at the current rate means that if all gels well, regular musing should commence after the vacation. Hopefully. Much squishiness to you all. A biente.
Posted by munin at Agosto 31, 2004 07:32 PMActually, we now have a phantom penguin who appears out of the corner of one's eye, and then disappears just as we turn to look.
Does interesting things, like spreading chocolate chips that have accidentally fallen on the kitchen floor all the way behind the kitchen mirror, where it is discovered only days later.