Now, then...my head spun around: which was it? Then was once now, wasn’t it? Need I start again? Thus I avoided writing my story--What lay behind this?
Now, then, this is a story about death. First the cat and then the printer, when will it be my turn? Thus I brooded.
The cat could walk half way across a room, rest, walk the other half, rest, and make it to the box.
The printer could print fine but it sufferd from digital dementia which made it forget to say it was done, ‘start the next job.’
Good advice, printer.
Now, then, this is a story about death. First the cat and then the printer, when will it be my turn? Thus I brooded.
The cat could walk half way across a room, rest, walk the other half, rest, and make it to the box.
The printer could print fine but it sufferd from digital dementia which made it forget to say it was done, ‘start the next job.’
Good advice, printer.
