Letting The Kittens Out Of The Bag

I wish I had been thinking ahead when I posted Friday Snippets last night and ended up adding that long commentary at the end of the already very long fiction piece. I should have made the commentary a separate post published after midnight and that would have left me free to play with my kittens.


To clarify what I mean by that, I will quote the last paragraph from that commentary:

Something big happened in the last few days. I feel those stories just
bursting to get out. It feels like my head? heart? soul? are like a bag full of
squirming kittens eager to get out and play, and fight, and chase their dreams
across the landscape.

So, I'm off to let the kittens out of the bag and spend the next twenty to thirty hours playing with them. Maybe I'll break a sweat. Maybe I won't. But I'm going to have fun.


Tomorrow is race day Saturday for the rest of the family. The day I'm left home alone in control of my own schedule. I don't have to worry about fitting my schedule to someone else's until I am called to the dinner table Sunday evening. That is a huge chunk of time in which to play. Though I do have to fit some sleep in there somewhere...