“We might have to… you know… let her go.” The Muse of Determination drummed her fingers on studio’s tabletop. “It’s twenty til ten!” “Let who go?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “Thalia or Typist?” “Typist! She has no focus. We’re supposed to be writing — working on a book! And she’s dusting, vacuuming, and washing floors.” A cloud of exasperation hung over Nia’s head.
I know I have! I'm in the Chicago airport heading to Portland so I have to go for now. Happy Thanksgiving, Gail.
Part of the "joy" of owning a pet is the occasional hair in your dinner!