And thus spake Molly

Listen, watch & enjoyce. :)

Yes, it's for you, Poldy

Novel finished, Sean?

Why?

It's June 16th.

Ah, is it?

Not even a tiny little 10.000 words essay?

Did you ever see a middle finger erecting?

Wouldn't you call anybody impolite were they to answer a question by a question?

Yes.

So let's start again. Novel finished, Sean?

The prudent hen does not cackle, before the egg is laid. Why do you ask?

It's June 16th.

Yes.

And? Any tribute to Henry Flower Esq.?

Yes.

Where?

Here.


Update:
Actually, I thought ...

Come on, Tetrapilotomos. Could any man's words surpass a woman's whispers of love?

Ever noticed that Molly ...

I know what you are going to ask. To answer your counter question, Jove: Yes, but ...

But?

...

I see. Time the hen's laying the egg.

Yes.

Caught bed-handed

Now, could any biped get angry when a tomcat called Schrödinger would snap at the chance to at least once nestle down in a freshly made bed?

Wishing everybody a splendid Sunday. And why not in bed? :)

Just a thought 02

When one's writing is not more worth
than one's not writing,
one should rather not write.

Sudden and unexpected

Tireless and conspiciously, never calling sick, never complaining long hours she'd serve me in two milenniums, reliably and to my full* satisfaction. Only the other day I had told her it would be nice worked she for me until 2066.
Being 113, I'd move then to a dwelling six feet under, and she - having reached the retirement age of 67 could enjoy the evening of her life.
But alas, despite first aid and emergency operation, suddenly and unexpected yesterday night my dear old mouse - I used to call her Whitey - lost her vital functions.



In deep respect I asked her successor to be in black. - I call her Electra.

* not fullest. Fuller than full is not possible, would you agree?

Hiatus interruptus

Ladies and gentlemen,
Bayanlar, Baylar,
Signoras e Signori,
Señoras y Señores,
Mesdames et Messieurs*,
Friends,

worrying what might be the long-term consequences of such a hiatus, I thought it's better to decide in favour of a hiatus interruptus.

May either those forgive me who would have loved this hiatus to never end, and consequently feel deeply dissatified, and those who felt ... well, let's say irritated. :)

I was irritated, myself, as I did not intend to have a break. It just happened, or rather I let it happen. Even more strange: I did not miss blogging (very much).
Why? Don't know. Summing up all possible reasons would probably take too long, and boring you is one of the last things I wish to do.

So let me just thank those of you who left kind comments and / or encouraged me via email.

And now, may this beginning, too, bear a special magic. :)


* to please la curieuse (see comments) who would obviously prefer this to Madames et Monsieurs :)