Go, Go, Go, Said the Bird:

Blogs are funny beasts, but not as funny as the beasts who steer them.

I first tacked a few snapshots on this particular beast for my friend Warner, back when I was girlish and adventurous and still typed in lower case.  By the second time I posted, five days later, I already wavered about the worth of blogging, and nearly 12 years later, here I sit, all a'wavering still.

The moon has been bright this past week, and I wake suddenly and silently every night, like a cat crouched, listening. My mind begins busywork, and hours pass.

I have no place to lay things down.

Maybe I should follow Tom Toles, the cleverest insomniac, and take up cartooning.