…and nothing’s going on worth writing about. Maybe later.
The boys are outside on guard against the dreaded cattle, and maybe waiting for the morning walky. I’ve got a Carpenter’s song stuck in my head, which is never a good thing. The ladies in the Fortress of Attitude are still in a state of armed truce with the babies, punctuated by mild eruptions of conflict as swiftly forgotten. All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well except that it’s gloomy and I don’t feel like doing anything, but there are things to do and I need to go out and do them.
Later.
Just to help things along…
We’ve only just begun to live
White lace and promises
A kiss for luck and we’re on our way
(We’ve only begun)
Before the risin’ sun, we fly
So many roads to choose
We’ll start out walkin’ and learn to run
And yes, we’ve just begun
Die Ben Die.
Ben – I think this is more apropos.
Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
What I’ve got they used to call the blues
Nothin’ is really wrong
Feelin’ like I don’t belong
Walkin’ around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.
Insert maniacal laugh here!
Sure, sure. Kick him again, he’s just lying there…
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Long, ugly link, but the comic at the other end seems appropriate:-D.