Sometimes it’s best not to go home again.

My heart has always belonged on the stage. It didn't belong in classrooms or lecture halls: it belongs up top in front of screaming fans.

My hearts wish though was never met, until that one faithful day when I met

That raggedy old dog. How I loved that dog- I visited every single day, until it got run over in the highway, of course...

I grabbed his DNA. In a few weeks, I had an exact puppy copy of my faithful companion.

Morgan had been a dear but complicated and to be honest troublesome friend as a human. TBH, we didn't expect him to live as long as he did. But his revenant puppy self was at least

semi-house trained--he peed himself when Uncle Mick visited, but so did we, to be fair. Morgan the puppy seemed to have no memory of his former life as a commodities trader. Except

that I noticed him humping the sofa when the stock market report appeared on the evening news. Morgan the puppy was trying to tell me something, I was sure! "Bonds?" I asked. "Or

Might the field sparrows be moving their nest?

Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous bird, O, what a panic's in thy breast! Hast thou left thy nest? Like a wee olympic stadium, a tasty morsel cooked in my soup. Doh jeh!