Believe me, I'll get by somehow; just tell me what's gonna happen now

Another short message.

I got quite squishy this morning. I sent the Otter a quick email with a decent solution to his computer woes of late--to call Mr. Mouse for help since Mr. Mouse is local, a friend, and has an amazing talent for fixing things, with an interest in computers. For those of you who have been regular readers, you will understand my surprize when I received a response within 30 minutes to this message. Poor Otter has been quite a busy boy with teaching a class, taking two classes, working manditory overtime, and trying to resettle his life...on top of that, a relative recently passed away. So he is headed out of state to a funeral tomorrow night. Poor Otter. He was very pleased with my idea and, this is the part that really made me smile, actually apologized for having not been able to get back to me sooner.

Stupid, but it did make me smile.

The message was rather chipper considering all that is going on. But, well, that is just the Otter. Is it any wonder I want to see if there is something between us...well, outside of items of a carnal nature when we are together.

Nighters!