It's good to have written something, especially since verse #131 is about my favorite character, Simon, who always sleeps under something soft if he possibly can. I tried to grab him on my way to bed two nights ago, but he evaded my awkward lunge and made it into the back TV room and on to the sofa there. He was scuffing up the sofa cover when I went in after him, so I unfolded the blanket from the top of the sofa and put it on him, gave him a quick belly rub, then went to bed in our bedroom. I looked over my shoulder to see if he would follow, but no luck. Stubborn as starlight. His nose was sticking out from under the blanket. Cute as a Christmas elf.
Then last night Mary called my attention to Simon's attack on a front room sofa pillow Simon had earlier knocked to the floor. (I had my gaze fixed on the TV, of course.) He had the designer pillow by one corner and was shaking the dickens out of it. Really cute. "But that's a good pillow," she said. I rescued the pillow. Later, I was sitting next to him on the sofa, thinking about the latest Simon incidents, and here we are.
This verse isn't an end to the drought (I would have said "creative drought," though I thought that might be a tad presumptuous), but the verse works for me. Simon, I hear him moving on the sofa, rattling his tags. Perhaps he was dreaming of squirrels. Time to tell him good night.