The wily jungle cat stops by the pool for a refreshing sip of water. Her quicksilver reflexes are finely tuned. Danger will not catch her unaware. Here in the valley, the soft light of morning seems to promise an infinite moment of peace…but there is a thrashing in the brush. Is it the vaunted JubJub bird? Perhaps the wily garter snake or a delicious froglet?
No. It’s her noisy brother, the Hound. Can’t I have any peace?
Still no help on my site issues from the “happiness” “engineers” of Word Press – two oxymorons in a peapod; maybe they’ll fix things for Christmas?
it’s ridiculous. Someone here on the web told me they had changed their name from Happiness Engineers to something else, which I cannot remember. Doesn’t matter much, does it?
Nope, they don’t understand what’s going on with their own programs anymore.