aMUSEment (1)

“Are you paying attention?” asked Calliope.

“Yup! Watching and listening — although it’s kinda hard to hear her thoughts over the dog’s snoring and that wretched, gusting wind. Glad we’re inside tonight or we might be blown clear across the Atlantic,” answered Urania.

“I’m not sure why we’re here. She’s writing about us again,” said Calliope.

“That’s it exactly. When she is uninspired, lazy, busy, tired, grumpy, blah-blah-blah, we give her an easy thing to write about — us,” Urania replied with a grin.

“Oh, I never thought of it that way,” said Calliope. “You’re so write Urania. We’re her muses in more ways than one.”

“Did you mean right?” asked Urania.

“Ask her — she’s doing the typing. Must we be responsible for everything?!” Calliope sighed.

“I can hear you!” I said.