Speaking of bugs, I haven't seen my indoor cricket all evening. Maybe it found the way out. Either that, or it died in here. I haven't heard a chirp out of it. Maybe a cat got it while I wasn't looking. With those cats around, I just can't keep anything nice.
I might post the stuff I wrote on paper last night, and I might not. The problem with writing stuff on paper is that it's easier to read after it's finished, and once I've read anything I've written I start thinking about how it could be better. Usually, it drowns in second thoughts. Second thoughts bite. Sure, they can save a great deal of embarrassment, but what's the fun in that?
Naptime for Sluggo, then to post this, without reading it.