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—
just the thing to melody any lingering miseries down off the ledge of another Monday morning.
RichRant 