Thursday, May 22, 2014

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The Sunken Galleon

I purchased a pocket calendar
and a three-hole punch with my
corporate credit card.  I danced

the night away on January 1
after falling asleep at 11:30pm
on New Year’s Eve.  Otto came

to bed around 12:30am & I
recall popping up to say
Happy New Year and

plopping him a kiss
before rolling over
and falling asleep.

The holiday seemed
replete with festive
kvetching.  We chill,

then chat, then chill,
then chat chat chat
with Kathleen Some-

thing-or-Other.  I see
her all the time and,
behold, she’s blogging

everything I’m reading.
I’m definitely hungry but
all I can smell is onions.