Monday, 18 November 2013
A message from Jack
If you think I look a little forlorn, you'd be right.
I feel sorely neglected and have been spending lots of time sleeping on mum and dad's bed and the couch and in the doorway to mum's studio.
She has been spending an awful lot of time in there as she makes lots of things.
So many, I've lost count.
And interest... because they take her away from me.
I've been staying up into the dark night, keeping one eye on her for signs that she's ready to go to bed. But, the nights seem to be getting later and later.
She keeps muttering something about, "market deadlines" when dad looks in on her.
I just look up at him, and he down at me, and we sigh.
And, I heard her say the other day, that she is so sad that she hasn't been able to read all of her lovely favourite blogs, and comment on their posts.
I think she really misses you all.
She sure has a lot of catching up to do.
Oh well, I'm still getting fed. That's the main thing.
And, at least I get to go on walks and visit my favourite posts, and read the wee-mail.
But, between you and me, I'll be glad when all this Christmas clay stuff is over, and she can go back to fussing over me as much as she used to.