Semi-Daily Scribbles

My nightly guests, gauzy shamblers that they are, request hot cocoa filled mugs upon arrival. I don't dare skimp on the dark chocolate shavings and marshmallows, either. And there must always be dunkers. Tonight is a sugar cookie night. I devote the time to blend and roll, fold and bake because my transparent brethren are well worth the effort. We trade in sugar and foresight. We sate what the other craves. I pay sweet tribute to my ragged travelers, who come from nowhere, and live within whisper distance of me. The leader of my mug-clutching clan hands me a slice of the future on a napkin. Dates and coordinates are committed to memory as I'm given the next step to do with as I will.