[Boomer]

H-m-m-m,

Maybe my muse did not go on strike. Perhaps she packed her carry-on and left for warmer climes. (Muses can travel light. I think they just wear togas.)

So Barefoot,

How about it? Nonie seems to know you well and recommends you highly.

At least you are getting some exercise. My exercise recently has consisted of letting my geriatric dog out about 40 times a day to chase the squirrel that taunts her. My dog has declared war on that squirrel but likes to plan her battle strategies from the warm side of the patio door. What can I do? She is the dog of our dotage so we do whatever she wants us to do. She summons me. I get up. I let her out. She summons me. I get up. I let her in. -- then out, then in, then out ------ That has been my only form of exercise since all these characters showed up in my mind.

I did leave my house a few times, but I think some of the characters went with me.

Now, for the guilt trip. That was quite a mess you got Rocky Banks into. You know how to weave a web. I think I got him out of it, but what about our heroine, Cinderella Central? We all know the girl can take care of herself, but maybe she is getting tired of it and now she is out there all alone, and I bet Snooper Clinton is still talking about the mess.

So anyway, Barefoot, the nom de plume is in your court. --Oh, no, I think I just mixed my metaphors. Without the muse, I am nothing.

I feel so bad about all those characters left hanging out there. And now I see that our latest one, Petunia West, has arrived and is ready for his(?) closeup.

Think about it.