Friday, September 22, 2017
Praise Song For A Friday
I slept like a rock last night, my sturdy fan blowing any dreams into oblivion and mist, even though right before I went to sleep I read a New Yorker article about North Korea and then a short story about a grandmother who, in a state of dementia, almost killed her grandson.
Lord, I thought, as I turned out the light. Why did I do that?
Didn't matter. Someone could have come and stolen the kitchen sink and I would not have awoken from my slumber.
There's Dearie, the rooster who mostly hides during the day. He is so beautiful with the one exception of having (in my opinion) rather inadequate tail feathers.
How I love my splendid little dinosaurs.
Happy Friday, y'all.