Derailed

I came here to write about Madlach. He’s muttering in a corner of my mind and I was all set to sit and write, but Miss M is griping/nattering, her mama is playing Playstation and talking to me, and the distractions are proving too much for the concentration I need to hear his voice clearly. HOWEVER, the voice is there, and I will have the house largely to myself tonight once Miss M goes to bed (I’m babysitting tonight so #1 Daughter can take Son to Yarmouth to play in a Magic {the card game} tournament and #2 Daughter is going to a dance and will go to bed when she gets home). So check back in the next day or so. I hope it will prove enlightening.