Bedtime at the Davis Home

I swear I did not plan this, because where cats are involved, no one can plan anything, but–

I had just published the preceding post and turned off my laptop when William walked over and looked at the chair and then looked at me.

I spread out his blanket. He jumped up and settled in for the night.

My blanket spreading isn’t as neat as David’s, but no one has complained.

My new chair
My new chair


At Home with the Davis Family

David has a new recliner.

David’s new chair

I have a new recliner, too, but I am a mean, contemptible battleaxe and I do not share.

(I do put a blanket on my chair and tuck William in at night. Ernest won’t share David’s chair, either.)

Nobody’s going to make you


I don’t wait for moods. You accomplish nothing if you do that. Your mind must know it has got to get down to work. ~ Pearl S. Buck

I planned to say that I’m not in the mood to write, that for two weeks all I’ve wanted to do is watch Netflix from dawn to dark (dawn being in this case a relative term), that I don’t foresee a time when I will give a flip about writing novels or blogs or even grocery lists, for that matter, but that, as someone, maybe Stephen King, maybe not, said, if you don’t write, nobody cares and nobody’s going to make you, and as Pearl Buck said, you can’t wait for moods, you just have to buckle down and write, and that it would be a shame if I quit now, because as William Blake said, there’ s no mistake so great as the mistake of not going on.

There is no mistake so great
as the mistake of not going on. ~ William Blake

But I got sidetracked by the chairs pictured in “The Poets,” cited below.

They’re folding chairs with built-in lamps. One chair is named William Blake. The other is called J. W. Goethe.

I won’t elaborate–you can see for yourself–but I find them fascinating. I want one, preferably the William Blake. Although as a right-hander, I might need the left-handed J. W. Goethe.

I wonder whether the Goethe comes in green.

No matter. Neither will be in my stocking this Saturday morning.

But they’ve served their purpose. They made me smile, lifted my spirits, and put me in a mood to get down to work.

And to avoid the mistake of not going on.