i've been largely absent lately, and miss my pals here at the mouth of the mule
life hasn't been letting up. this blog thing is, of course, a part of life, but it's a luxury.
one i haven't had much time for.
but my friends aren't a luxury, and i'm thinking of all of them whilst running around like a topped chicken
as a proud scot, i like to adopt faux anglicisms, like "topped chicken"
mangling english and reinstating ghaidlig is, of course, my goal
but i digress . . . .
anyway, you cats are tops. i'd say you cats are the cat's pyjamas, but then you'd be yer own pyjamas
it's a scary time to be alive, but when ain't it? and being alive is a temporary thing anyway