So I should be in bed already, sleeping my way towards Oahu, my twelve-hour trip. But I’m not. Scant hours left to sleep, and Zeugma needs her chin rubbed. There was a thunderstorm tonight, and Tink could use some reassurance.
They slink across my desk, my keyboard, demanding attention, offering no advice.
Yes, of course, I stroke their chins, rub their bellies. Yes, of course, I’ll miss them, and they’ll miss me, for a few days.
And we’ll have a fine time together out on the deck when I come home. I’ll drink beer and read something non-academic, and they’ll chase moths.
Ready to Fly
Fly away, little moth, fly away. 😉 Have fun on your trip.