In spite of the fact that I'm quite fond of the rain
and grey, I am always quite unprepared for it
when it actually occurs. I left the house this morning
minus a coat, with clogs and no socks. Cold! Damp!
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip drip.
P. is going to crack the whip at me tonight as I
get my book-length manuscript in the mail.
This paper-shuffling-secretarial crap just does not
suit me. I would rather mop the floor. Really.
And I despise mopping.
Poetry?
ReplyDeleteYep.
ReplyDelete(good luck!)
ReplyDeleteI would read your poetry if I knew who you were.
r
rk: Thank-you! No book of any sort out yet; most recent magazine publication was Crab Creek Review.
ReplyDeleteI am a lazy poet!