Falling into Insanity

There are certain compulsions that we all learn to resist.  I will not stick my hand in a blender, jump off a balcony, or ram the dawdling car in front of me.  Then there are the impulses, equally dangerous, that sneak in under the radar.  Abandoned kittens somehow end up adopted, children are born, ice-cream is eaten.

Tonight I had the perilous impulse to start a Pern Fan Club.  If my poor husband (who has not successfully deterred me from the earlier impulses) does not wake up and stop me, I may be in serious trouble.

And he's a sound sleeper....