Stanley cup blathers in the background.

Boys chatter 'ohh BEAUTIFUL forecheck', 'lets see that again'

'Where's Amos?' ... and still, background hockey rhubarb ... rhubarb

I sit off in my corner musing

Wishing I could write

meddling monsters manufacture discontent

My family meddles. They make a most excellent mosh of meddling by marking their territory, moving into areas clearly marked off limits and muddying the emotional waters of my personal little warm pond. Privately I want to tell them to march off and be puddle crashers somewhere else.