I saw a monkey

First thing in the morning that too. I woke up. Sat up. Looked out of the window. In precisely that order. And there it was sitting on the tree branch outside, its long tail hanging down.

"That's really a long tail," I said to myself, more astonished by the length of its tail than by the sight of a monkey in the heart of Golpark.

I rubbed my eyes to see clearer, planning to reach out for the phone camera next.

But the rubbing broke the dream. It wasn't a monkey at all.

A crow stared back at me from the branch.

S.O.S. call

I need truckloads of money. And even more free time. Then I will sit and write an earthshakingly brilliant bestselling book that will bring me still more truckloads of money.

Sigh. Such a nice dream come true that would be.

I'm blogging from work. A first this is. What this means is though, that long posts are a no-no. I would like to do this daily, or on alternate days or even weekly. But sigh... Work seems to have wound me around its crafty l'il finger, and I'm too gutless currently to unentangle myself.

Somebody please rescue me. Send in your donations. I need to get those trucks loaded.