My Muses

Where have my muses gone? I haven't heard from them since my last post Prince Charming Hits the Dirt. They hang out in my shower and on those days when I bathe, they great me with much excitement and enthusiasm. Sometimes they say things like, "Where have you been? Have you been digging in the dirt again?" But they never judge me. They know what their job is, and they are always ready to accommodate me with the title and first sentence for my next story. I'm pretty sure I've taken a shower since the 11th,  but I can't be certain of that. It's my memory; not so good anymore.

A Muse

A muse is one of nine mythological sisters--

 daughters of Dr. Suess and his wife, Minisu--

who originally came from Greek and Roman fables.

These goddesses provide inspiration, creative influence,

and stimuli to jump start an artist who needs a little push.

                                                             --Mikidikipedia

Without my muses' push and input, there would be no stories, no blog, and no elder perspective sprinkled with little tidbits on "how to navigate your way through life" for the younger members of my family. Without my muses, the pages of my life would be blank.

I'll just sit here at my computer and wait for the sisters to inspire me with the following story:

I'm going to take a shower now.