There's a good chance you hallucinated this week without ever knowing it

Inverse ^ | October 11, 2019 | By Jack Barton on

[Monkey Face]

Good luck to Vlad, today! I know he will do very well!

Yesterday, I ended up taking two naps and still slept nine hours. Today may be a duplicate. It’s the only way I can recover from the last week. FULL week!

[Monkey Face]

W00t! to you, in addition to Happy Wednesday!

[ArGee]

OK, that doesn’t seem fair. Dropping in every so often and I snag 2400.

Ah, well, life’s not fair, I guess. And I wouldn’t want it to be. I’d want it to be extraordinary.

But if extraordinary were ordinary ...

Nevermind, time to get to work.

[Tax-chick]

Happy Wednesday!

[Monkey Face]

If you never posted here, but swooped in to snag the 000s, then, I think, most of us would be miffed and have a few words to say. But you didn’t do that. You were here yesterday and have been here on an on-going basis, so its all good! :o])

[ArGee]

I guess it’s good news for me that my swooper bot doesn’t work.

[Monkey Face]

Indeed!!

:o])

[Silentgypsy]

Thank you.

[Tax-chick]

You’re welcome. The best way to enjoy snow, in my opinion, is in a photo with a floofy cat.

[Silentgypsy]

Concur!

[Silentgypsy]

Hey, y’all.

[Monkey Face]

I second that opinion!

[ArGee]

I would have said the best way to enjoy snow is looking through a window from a heated room.

[Tax-chick]

But what about when you have to go to Walmart?

[Darksheare]

My fluffbutt has no idea what snow is.
She sits, all fluff-like, in the window as she ponders the funny looking stuff that falls from the sky.
She then dismisses it all with a disdainful sniff and goes to inspect the scratching post.

[NicknamedBob]

"I would have said the best way to enjoy snow is looking through a window from a heated room."

That is precisely what I have said, at least twice, but I called it a poem.

Here's one:

The Cabin Window

No matter how rude the cabin,
The window will face to the scene,
Of Winter’s fresh carpet of glory,
Or Summer’s lush meadow of green.

The window’s a part of the inside,
It makes the insidedness right.
For it shows what you’re trying to keep away,
The storms, and the bumps in the night!

Like a magnet that has both a north and a south,
Our comforts align the same way.
While you stare at your pleasant warm fire,
The window will show the cold day.

For while your feet are in slippers,
As you snuggle down all of your toes,
The window displays the rain and the wind,
As a lullaby helping you doze.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . December 4, 2006

[NicknamedBob]

Ah! Here's the other one. I couldn't find it one day, so I just wrote another poem with the same theme.

Outside In

No matter how snug your cabin,
There’s one thing you still must do.
Build it right, and chink it tight,
And always leave a view.

All of our comforts come with a price,
A ball and inevitable chain,
A sense of discomfort you’ve kept away,
As seen through your own windowpane.

The best room is always the one where you live,
And the fireplace makes it so warm,
But you must have a window to see the outside,
As you all snuggle safe from the storm.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . March 2, 2005

Sounds familiar, eh?

[Tax-chick]

That’s like a dream sequence, Bob.

[mrsmith]

“didn’t know it”
Ha! I knew every minute..… and loved it.

[NicknamedBob]

"That’s like a dream sequence, Bob."

Paradise up above?