Flashes of Panic

Sometimes, I will sit here at the desk with the intent of doing something, maybe writing something here. And the cat will come in to the office, give me a disappointed, perhaps plaintive, look, and meow pitifully. When I look back at him, he’s standing, looking expectantly out the door, waiting for a toy toss or some other form of play. He almost looks like a pointer. I am the Fun One.

Notes for when I’m being less fun: Friday night at the Iron Horse, the Fun Ball CD, my feet and shoes. And maybe TeX.

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