A Twitter (NOT!)

So shall pen a few lines to (hopefully) put me in the flow for finishing Adam's chapter. Not so easy as you might think, even though I did some concrete reasoning last night.

This morning, I have a persistent Bagheera on my lap, and a deadly 'Oh, who cares?' attitude, which believe me, is more fatal than a cat who won't leave the pen alone. I can work around a sweet purr-cat, but when I've got nothing in my brain and no wish to pull out what's there … things look grim indeed.