No sign of the cat last night, although I was watching and whipped my head around every time the outside light turned on, which didn't help the abating vertigo. Both the anti-dizzy pills and a visit to the chiropractor are helping that go away. *whew*
February 25--Noel Schwab, Cargo. The dock was wet and slick with years of spilled grease and oil. The sodium lights on the tall poles around the edges cast rainbows in the spray and in the coils of oil in the puddles. Jackson's boots were black with the wet and the papers on his clipboard were swollen into near illegibility.
And that's when the Sandman grabbed my pencil, tossed it and my notebook onto the nightstand, and dragged me off to Dreamland. I was a willing captive. Time to pile on the warm clothes and toddle off to keep the world safe from SCUBA diving. Toodle-oo.
--Barbara
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Ohhhh I love those needles too -- and would have no idea what to do with them. But such pretty colors. And you need something to remind you of the ocean at the end of winter. Well, close to the end anyway!
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