My Wife Nerds For Words
Julie. She liked the ode to cow poem, but I'm afraid she is a little concerned about our mental well being. It can't be helped.. the people in the lab coats did it to us.

I am thinking that I am going to try to write something on here everyday, with a view towards getting better at writing. You probably won't get much poetry out of me... or really much of interest for that matter. But it ocurred to me that our names aren't on here, so I too will share a Jill story

JILL - Kill
While resting oh so comfortably on an air mattress and sleeping bag, it became clear to me that my roommate for the night was primarily nocturnal. Her circadian rhythms aside, my host had been gracious enough to hang a ball from the table by using a piece of ribbon.
Cats, by the way, are not gracious. They are spasmodic. They move slowly and then suddenly dart around in spastic bursts that defy relaxation. I would just about be to sleep and Jill would attack the swaying ball, scaring my semi-conscious self back to full awakeness. It made for a long night.  ¶ 7:48 AM