July 9th, again

“No, daddy” – in a terse delivery (was I moving a toy of his? I think I may have been? Really, who knows…) followed by sing-sung ‘noooooo daaaadeeee^’, and thus I am – just for today – utterly amazed by the incredible …

July fifth, again

//7:19p+5Jul2020=Sunday eve | boo at the sofa, kiddo in his room, me clicky-clacky at the keyboard in the ScotSpot, the swelling refrain from “Permanent Excuse” from The Cassandra Project in my echo ears// good sir Mark was very prescient with his words …