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.
