Today I slept, woke up, slept. It’s 75 degrees in the middle of damn February and I don’t think I’ve ever had a President’s Day off before, ever. What a country.
Well I did. I’m moving to California. Or technically I’ve already moved. For those keeping tabs, I’m now in
sunny Santa Clarita, where it’s been raining cats and dogs ever since I got here.
The lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody.
The wise IT administrators here have blocked all the “good” websites so I guess I’m stuck here for the duration. Eventually I will probably break down and post that mean and ugly sweet and lovely poem I’ve been sitting on for about a week now.
I feel like I am writing the same three poems over and over.