As being released comes with restrictions, time shortens when you have more of it. Weather releases the mind until precipitation precipitates the need for more space. Oh, there is no rain in space, only in Spain, as long as Spain includes the rest of the modern world.
Modernity brings the olde to the fore as antiquity brings all things new again. Hectic days ahead as I see them. I compatriot of mine stated, “Never finish the list.”. Wise words to the wary worker wending his way through the miasma. As the trial of the tribute trickle through my days, the list pushes one end off and leaves freedom on the new end filled steadily.
Stalking the stock of stores, looking for that last scrap of incidentalism needed for and other to fall off the end. After all, it’s the minutiae not the masterpiece to look for. Whence cometh the pairs two by two, you had a world of Animalia, we just had the arc. Can you bring current weather statements into your everyday palaver?
The Sic Fiddy is finally filling out, hopefully no more flailing in the breeze of the build. Liquidating some, bettering others. Tinge whitewashing of things dry, plant and planter potting as possible, integration of electrical inputs, a new tempest tamer, sundry others all posting progress as I posit here.
You too can be a number one. You too can be the latest. You too can make a different one. You too can go fast or slower as you would do when. Never end a sentence in a preposition. Push forward with successes and wash over your waste. No dwelling on dwellings that don’t matter. Be yourself ion the house of pride. No lyin’ there!
Appointments not positions are only ideas. Timelines are points to ponder not to vexate over. The world will still turn, Pig lady or not, Trumpster or DPRK atomization or not, will it come forth of fifth? In the tiny scheme of all of our individual worlds, it will no matter a dram of scotch which way the wall falls. As Frankie said, “Relax don't do it, when you want to go to it”. It will be done.
Make it Hot and Wet Miranda, Coffee is a beverage.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai.
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