Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Monday


The wind, or something (what?) caused shirts to set sail.


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I wish I had found my gloves before revving up rosie.
I wish, too, that the work day ended gracefully, with a fine meal, instead of clumsily, without the prospect of good food. In the end, takeout sushi saved the night.

At home, we remain befuddled as to who, why and when wants to farm the acre out back.
I have no more insights on this. It’s Monday. I’m stumbling through the hours, wishing there were just a few more so that I could take a break. With a nap somewhere in there maybe. 

Yes? I can you say?

Okay!



1 comment:

  1. oh, the monday plague, may the week improve....very, very windy here too!

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