cinnamon fueled muses
“Dare we tell them?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.
“Heavens — No!” squawked Urania whose desire to appear flawless often outweighed good sense.
“We still have fourteen letters… ummm, chapters to go to finish Meandering Muses.” Thalia spoke faster than Henny can run. “And only a week until May 15th — our promised editor delivery date.”
“Now we look bad!” Urania scowled and crossed her arms.
“But… but… we need their help,” Tal replied. “And we’re doing our best. We just got a little waylaid.”
Urania raised her eyebrows and swished her lips to the right. “What? How? When? Where…Why???”
“We’ve got this,” Cal said.
“You’re right, we do.” Thalia’s tone was that of a mother soothing a baby with colic. Calm is catchier than Covid. “All we need is encouraging thoughts from our friends… and for everyone to remember we’re all in this together. Mothers — love your children. Children — love your mothers. Fathers — your turn comes in June.”
At around 4:30 this morning I received a tender and unsolicited hug from my kid as he rushed out the door to work. Who needs more than that?
Happy Mother's Day, Gail!
Awww! A little ping of delight as I saw BFN in my inbox again! I don't have to ask where you've been (it's obvious) and if you've been okay (because you'd tell us if you weren't, right? nod your head Yes) and I look forward to being treated to your next milestone. 😊 And Happy Mother's Day! [Thanks, Gary!]