Ten-Finger Exercises

Monday night drive through blogville

No topic today, so I've had to go looking again. Here's what I found in blogs around town.

A lurcher is poopy, Alfred is droopy, and dragonfly’s making a list.
Nada’s been ‘necking,’ CC’s ‘what-the-heck’-ing,
And somebody hopes to get kissed.
Tor has kept hopping, Bugzy’s birthday is whopping!
Anyea has keys without locks.
Ken’s Pen reports courts:
Cracks versus snorts.
Scarlett’s at home on the rocks.

Yea for Mavis, who rescued two dogs. Perk up, Alfred. Good dragonfly: you'll do it, and then some! Heal up fast, Nada. Hail CC and the gang. Congratulations Tor: you hopped out of that one. A BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY FOR THE BUGZ! Anyea, you're so creative! Ken. thanks for keeping us thinking about important things that go on in the outside world. Poor Scarlett! I'm hurting for you and your lost vacation.

There were a bunch of other newsworthies too, but I couldn't make 'em rhyme.

Here's my only news. Tomorrow the writers' group meets, and it occurred to me that if I want to submit anything seasonal for winter, I'd better get at it. So I'm taking these two old pieces to read for the ladies tomorrow, then will send them off down the e-road somewhere later this week.

"Life in a Vacuum"  "The Existential Snowman"