Blog lethargy is alive and well (among some of us)! Cruising around lately I am “happy” to see that I am not alone in neglecting my blog.
So, my lovelies, drop me a line (if you still come here, that is) and let me know what you have been up to. And then, after we each say some comforting words to each other, let us ALL promise to TRY to post at least once a week.
Hugs and smooches!
Oh, and BTW…
Here’s something to tempt you with if I cannot convince you otherwise…
Heart’s Guardian – Chapter 12
She had remembered a certain expression. Doctor Leonard McCoy had given her just such an expression once before. She ruminated on the irony inherent in that very moment, thinking that it must have been an expression which all doctors gave their patients every once in a while, a expression that said: ‘I need to ask a certain question, but you’re probably not going to like it’.
And McCoy had asked it, bold as brass and managing to only stutter a little.
“If–if Jim’s the father, you can tell me.”
Jenusia jerked herself back into the present, leaving the blinking lights of Starfleet Medical of several years ago and into the flickering lights of the medical bay on the space freighter, Hercules.
She now turned her focus onto this other doctor, this other very young, very red-haired and very freckled human doctor who was standing in front of her giving her his own version of the Doctor McCoy look.
“Sorry?” she asked, having not heard a word he said.
(There’s more where that came from)