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.