The Wes Wing

(And for those of you wondering and worrying about whether or not each post will start with a painful pun, I'll quote the German-accented poet and tell you "It could be verse!")

I was going to write about Wesley's bedroom, but as he sits here next to me he has turned into a screech owl. He's laughing uproariously -- and noisily -- and the cats are terrified.


My ears are ringing a bit, I must confess. I'm going to put cotton in my ears (or in his mouth?).