When she appears, I must follow closely.  If I look away, I may lose her in the forest of fatal assumptions and be left holding a piece of writing that looks and smells like gobbeldy gook that I don't know what to do with.  I could wander for days, weeks even in a stupor searching for the trail she cleared and then cluttered with my  hourly "do"  and "should" intentions. 
    This is my alibi for my absence from these pages and my former ufinished post.  I have an idea for a possible gift book that has been taking its own shape and signaling for attention.  I have to admit I'm not sorry to have this excuse as I have been praying for some inklings of which pebbles on my beach of possibilities to pick up.  
    I am hereby committing myself to finishing enough of the book to make a tempting proposal and the short story I've been making periodic visits to for several months.  
    And now, since I must get some sleep before morning, I am going to attempt, or succeed at copying or downloading the story I wrote for a devotional booklet for my church toute suite before I touch my head to pillow.