The robber baron retirement home, err, castle. Robbing days over.
“So, we meet again, Red Dot.”
Indeed.
The Dotted i
It was a while ago you know,
That someone crossed a tee,
And as a consequence began,
The process that became a me.
A bit of punctuation, really,
Nothing of immortal consequence,
Punctiliously pointing out the jots,
And tittles in the whence,
By which a record is recorded,
And another page is added, to get ...
Another book for yet another shelf,
That no one’s got around to reading yet.
So if you are concerned that history,
Has expectations, and that you have to do it,
Like me, you will have had a humble start,
And your i will soon have gotten a round tuit.
NicknamedBob . . . . . . June 1, 2008
I was having the most beautiful dream...Comforting and sweet. No wonder I slept in. It was disappointing to wake up.
I don’t even want this day to start, yet, but it’s on its way, no matter what I do. *sigh*
My sciatica is bothering me again, and that’s always discouraging. Nothing but rest can actually get rid of it. Haha. The joke’s on me.