My blog, she is sleeping

SHHH! My blog is sleeping.

Poor thing. I should probably wake her up. More hibernation than slumber really. Should nudge her. Dust her off. Flick away the dry hollow bugs.

No. Reckon she'll be pretty pissed. She missed much of summer. Not that August here is anything to bark about. But the good stuff at summer's end? And much of fall. Hell, we've nearly bumped into winter. She'll hate that.

Shrill stiff sore scary mess...

Maybe I should let her sleep. A bit longer.

Just look at her back there. Quietly humming purring snoring. Thick blanket rising falling rising falling. Inflating deflating.

Dusty hissing bellows.

Couple more days. She won't be mad forever. Can't be. Can she?

Couple more weeks perhaps. One month tops...

Excuse me? I'm not finished yet... what? She's standing behind me? Oh. Shit.

Breath hot. Pulse thud thud thudding. Fuse lit. Rising falling. Inflating deflating.

boom

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Cheers!

Chris

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