There is no true genius

 Our 20 year old rescue cat, BooBoo, passed away quietly last night. We were expecting it. Age and thyroid failure took its toll. Somehow she managed to sneak outside. We found her today in her favorite bird hunting corner of the yard.

This never gets easier.

Oddly enough I actually FELT like writing. nothing major. Some 800 words or so of an old old story I was sure would never see print. It wanted out so it is in progress. Let's hope it lasts.

...for me to not update very often. Here's to the hope that something, somewhere will inspire me to create again. Haven't given up that hope yet. Wish me luck.