1-4-97 Maybe the sun’s light will be dim It won’t matter anyhow I’ve taken my station at Boris’ keyboard again. The cat, tonight, is trying his best to attack my socks. Unfortunately, the socks are still on my feet.ww22222222222222223344444444 He makes his way up to the desk and onto the keyboard. Now he’s peering into … Continue reading Maybe the sun’s light will be dim