Tuesday

Not unlike Ted Bundy, I sit rocking in my chair gazing out the window. I'm staring at my African tortoise and pickin the banjo. Why, exactly, am I on this planet? I have a plan I'm about to hatch to get in good with the woodchuck. It's quite foolproof. Nothing wrong with having a pet groundhog. They're expendable. I can have this one. The torstoise just walked outside of my field of vision. I've got to go get him and put him back in his pen for the night