It's kind of like a sidedate.

Hello Everyone,

I have a couple of confessions. The title of this blog is nonsense. It's an anagramic pun that came to me when I tried thinking of a title for this blog.

The image above doesn't pertain to this blog either. It was the first image Dall-E 3 made with the prompt: Playing with words is like wielding a sword made of letters. It wasn't the image I had imagined. However, I went ahead and published it on Nightcafe and it quickly got to ten likes which is well above the three or so I normally get.

The thing is, I don't see why this image did so well. I like it, but it's not nearly as interesting as the next one that I used for the creative writing blog I posted.

So, before I ramble on too much about nonsense, this blog was intended to be more updates.

As predicted, Hershey didn't make it until morning. In fact, he died shortly after I posted that last blog. When guinea pigs fade, they often fade fast. In any case, he's lucky to have seen so many years. It's a testament to giving them better treatment than what is prescribed by the pet stores.

I don't like to repeat myself, but I will keep saying that guinea pigs are the most misunderstood of the domesticated mammals. They deserve a lot more space, and should never be alone. Even if they're just next to each other in adjacent cages.

As for my pain, I have figured out that the way I like to sit on my foot - most often my left foot - that that makes the pain occur. It actually only seems to affect my forearm right near my elbow. However, if I continue to sit that way, which is one of the most comfortable positions for me, the pain shows up in my back where it started originally.

I think it also has to do how I hold the mouse, of which I have changed how I do. My hyper-sensitive nervous system seems to be at an all-time high.

Also, I forgot to mention the absolute winner we saw last week while waiting at the bus stop. He was quite bedraggled and his clothes were pretty tattered, but he was dragging the bottom part of a wet/dry vacuum with a leash that had his stuff jammed in the part that would hold the canister. It's not that hard to get a backpack from a shelter. He must have a hyper-sensitive nervous system too.

Anystuff, I managed to finish another chapter in Starbrood. I'm also working on the first short story for Kay'Fox and the Seven Teens which is set in Starbrood, but it's set in the outer rim and is nearly a thousand years prior. Like I've said, I keep trying to find something that will attract readers.

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