Sometimes it's Wednesday again.
Crabs don't keep pets.
Dogs don't wear knickers.
Colleges don't sell trucks.
I don't smell good.
Sometimes I'm not, well, well.
I caught a cold today. First time ever. Used the kid next door for bait.
Mondays are good nap times.
It's Monday again. Mondays are quite pleasant when you're not working. I'm not working. I have a cold. When it's all over I still won't be working, so it's about a wash in that direction. Time for lunch and then a nap. After that I'll ask the cat what to do next. Sometimes I get an answer, but understanding is the real issue. The effort makes me tired again, so I often follow up my nap with another nap. Every now and then things seem to be complicated, but if so I have another nap, and then a nice snack stolen from the catfood cupboard. That puts things into perspective, at least for me. You may prefer fish food. Who can say? Nap on it.
Tactical conversation, a play in eight lines, in case I counted right this time.
March frosts.
Tiny watts.
Fresh bots.
Slimy knots.
Harvard thoughts.
Hamburger ramifications.
Tofu fortifications.
Pickle tuners, rejoice, etc!
