Just kidding. The headline is for Dave who is, sadly, in Dallas for a couple of days, poor guy.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’m goofing off. I’ve closed the company so I can properly devote my time to reading fashion magazines and eating jelly beans all day. (In reality, I went to choir practice last night, and will be singing at a funeral service tomorrow, as well as at the usual church service on Sunday.)
Tonight I’m going to practice violin and watch a movie. I thought about going out to the movies, but I like being home alone — at least until dark. Then I start to wonder if it’s just a fluke that I’ve never seen a ghost. Worse than a ghost, the little brown bat that got into the house last weekend could put in another appearance.
As a rule, I like bats. I just don’t want to share my home with them. I’m sure they feel the same way about me. It’s obvious when a bat gets in that all it wants to do is get back out to the abundant mosquitos and other winged snackfood.
Oh No! Not the little brown bat again! Strange how that bat appears whenever I am gone. Doesn’t it make you wonder . . . maybe its the reverse of superman. I just leave on the premise of going to a lighting market or a gig but really, I just transmute into a little furry creature just to check to see if you are really having a party. Clark Kent – Superman Dave Clark – Gone Batty. It kind of makes you wonder. . .