Tuesday, September 05, 2006
...kept me occupied over the weekend. My project is coming along. This morning as I was clicking through the hundreds of images and thinking about related writing, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Three taps. I jumped, screamed and spun my chair around only to discover an equally startled cat. I suspect the cat was looking for an invitation to jump on my back. Either that or my muse paid a visit and I frightened him off. If I had a muse, I'm sure he'd be just like Gazoo from the Flintstones. That would explain everything.