A-Wandering

   Since I've been "away" for some time now, I wanted to peak in on my blog buddies; you know, just to see how everyone is and what the latest chat is about.

   Visited Penny first, 'cause afterall, she's Sister-Friend ....  I like it better when she talks about the "here-and-now", because I get sad otherwise.

   Visited Daveman .... He's not back and I miss him.

   Visited Rob'n'Pen .... Doomsday Clocks, fer Pete's sake!  I'm afraid I'll wake up dead.

   Visited Adam .... He's been away from his keyboard longer than I have.

   Visited Herb .... Still no Life-Savers.  Rats.

   Visited Jerry .... His blog or my ineptitude prevents me from posting on his tag board.  Rats again.

   Visited Friday's Child .... I'm now afraid of dolls, and am thinking about tucking my sheets in all around me again.  She had another kind of Monster, too.  Like I did.

   Visited Raggedy .... Her post sent me to visit Blogthings.com.  I found out I am (a) 50% Cat/50% Dog; (b) have a purple aura, which is good, as I like purple; (c) I am an Autumn personality, which goes with my age, kinda; and, (d) if I were born in 2893, I would be known as Imn Raan, the prophet.  Scrolling through further lists of quizzes I could take to "find myself" , I found (e) What Age Will You Be When You Die?

   Folks, there's only so much knowledge I want to possess, and it's definitely NOT when I am going to die, or when the world is going to self-distruct.  It's all I can do to keep my blood pressure down with medication, as it is.  

   But I have to tell you this:

      When I go to bed tonight (in just a wee while, as it were) I am going to dream of being a purple catdog who lives in the freakin' woods and knows too much stuff to be able to ever sleep again.  I will check under the fall leaves every spare minute to see if there are any humanoid shapes lurking.  If I must be a catdog, then I cannot depend on my current animal co-inhabitants to teach me what I need to know.  What can a cat who snores, a cat who is cross-eyed, or yet another cat who just sits around looking cute all day teach me about survival?  What can a deaf dog impart to me, when he barks when there is nothing to bark at, and doesn't bark when he's supposed to?

   I am indeed doomed.