Just like that it sweeps over me. For no reason. Or for many. Who knows what makes a sweet day turn slightly, ever so slightly...blue. It almost makes the day seem a bit more important but mostly it makes a hot bath mandatory ---before I take my furlough from this Friday that went astray---like some confused and barely grateful sailor.
Bon Voyage Or Something,
The Old Decrepit Lady In The Whale Sized Chrysler Who Seems To Be Following You From In Front