Yesterday marked the one-year anniversary of Hubero P. Wu's arrival. Though we don't know his actual age, we treated it like a birthday. And it's not easy to find those little party hats small enough to fit on the head of a Siamese cat.
I think I've been floundering for the last few weeks, ever since I shelved The Dinosaurs of Mars. Howard Hughes is having a little trouble distinguishing between her left and her right. There seems to be no bottom to this bout of exhaustion, and I wonder if it is only exhaustion. Alas, another thin LJ entry.
Where the hell did the summer go?