shameless self-promotion, 323 in a series
qotd, money, honey.

he's being stealthy

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.


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