I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it!    Something’s up and I’m not sure what’s blowing in the wind, but I AM sure I’m not gonna like it.   Shit house mouse.   I Feel a Bad Moon Rising.   Sigh.

I have a suspicion the old woman Slow is making a trip to South Carolina and I have the uneasy sensation she’s not planning on taking The Red Man and Smokey Lonesome Ollie.   Of course, I don’t give a rat’s ass if she takes the gray dog with one brown eye and one blue eye, but I will be a wreck if she leaves without moi.   I mean, I hate to admit it but Separation Anxiety from the daffy old twit is one of my Inexplicable Realities.   Hmmm…I wonder why it is  but then if I knew the answer it would no longer be Inexplicable.   Thank you,  Deputy Chief Brenda Leigh Johnson, for being the inspiration for my growing self-awareness and mystery-solving abilities.   Will you come and stay with me if the old woman leaves me?   Have I told you lately that I love you?

Fiddle-dee-dee.  I hope I can sleep tonight with all of this on my mind, but I guess I’ll think about it tomorrow at Tara.  

Good night, Sports Fans, may all your Moons be Good Ones and may those you Moon forgive you.   Heh, heh.