It’s. Five. Thirty. In. The. Morning.
This takes Nocturnal to a new extreme, for me.
I WOULD wake up Starz, but she’s just too tired. And I have a little steam left in me. <puffs out chest>
And now, to serious business. Flying Rabbis.
My brother often talks of these. I am uncertain how they came into existance; probably a moment of intellectual brain chemistry: a ‘movement’ of sorts. Most likely during the middle of one of those creepy ‘dances’ of his. One day it’s Flying Squirrels, the next he’s leaping under the table, shouting about Flying Rabbis. Will the madness EVER end?! Hopefully not.