The plot thickens now With or without my consent — Fiction writer’s joy.
Afternoon cat naps, disturbed by a big hairball. Clean-up is coming.
A dead battery means it is time to recharge your car, and your soul.
Haiku isn’t hard. Five-seven-five syllables Get the job done right.
Books in, and books out. The machine scans and confirms it’s library day.
Dog hair everywhere! The Husky sheds all year long — hot, cold, rain or shine.
Life’s dark mystery is the quest of a lifetime whose answer comes last.