Tuesday, August 26, 2014
No Time, No Time ...
I'm moving ... again.
It's chaotic, exhausting and endless ... again.
I'm beginning to panic, as I look at all the stuff remaining, and the shrinking number of days to get it out in ... again.
Perhaps, this is Purgatory: To constantly have no time, forever.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
The Termite
| by Ogden Nash | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Some primal termite knocked on wood
And tasted it, and found it good! And that is why your Cousin May Fell through the parlor floor today. Ogden Nash was born 19 August 1902. |
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