he's being stealthy
October 29, 2009
So here I am, diligently beavering away on writing stuff -- yes, that is the technical term -- when I look up and see this from my second-story office window:
That would be Barney.
He doesn't seem to want in. Just wants to sniff the roof for birdies and bats. Or a squirrel. A squirrel would be lovely.
And then he was off again.
This could very well be the most excitement I have today.