paint me a wednesday
By benafim
Paint Me a Wednesday The day is cold, but it isn’t going to rain. The sky is a great coat dipped in icy water and left in the deep freezer overnight. Dogs have got the blues, can’t shake it off, even when offered biscuits tails are not wagging. A fine day for polishing a car. Me? I rather stay indoors, sit by the fireside reading a book. Only I’m out of firewood and the electric fire isn’t up to much, have to sit on it, but then I’ll singe my behind. Ten to nine, still early, the bed beckons. Should I? No, I’ll only feel guilty and think of things I ought to do, like clearing out the shed, and that’s a drag. Oh, what the heck! I’ll go back to bed and let the day look after itself. Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 05:43 AM PST 0 • 14
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