“Isn’t it nice…” Calliope wiped cobwebs from her forehead, “… that we now receive Nice News?” The Muse of Harmony opened an attic bin that was filled with flags, streamers, star garland, and a red, white and blue tablecloth.
“Mhmmm.” Urania hummed. “I especially liked the Bob Dylan quote at the end of today’s email. ‘I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.’”
“Response-able instead of reactionary.” Thalia pulled shortening and flour from the pantry. “We can still make a holiday pie even if Typist doesn’t want to eat it?”
Words from Typist:
I had a rough night of spine pain tosses and turns.
This morning I’m grateful to have walked Henny, pulled out the Americana decor, and eaten some granola and watermelon.
Now it’s time for a nap.
The pie can wait…