Last night I dreamed that Frank Loyd Wright posted right turn only signs all over town, so everyone was going in circles.
It was one of those situations where a little bit of leftist thinking would’ve gotten the traffic flowing more smoothly.
Upon waking, I made sure grace had all the wax cleared from its ears before asking for any small mercies.
After all, it only takes a slight loss of sibilance to make ‘exist’ sound like ‘exit.’
Now I’m gonna inquire about borrowing a shovel to dig down deep into the earth,
discover that wishbone singing brighter than any tuning fork.
RichRant 