On one of the
forums I frequent with some regularity I spotted this post: “Homeless man gets
a home”.
My first thought
was, “Homeless man gets manless home.”
This tickled me
to no end on a long, dull, assembly-line workaday afternoon. Careful observers caught me softly giggling
under my breath.
I need a real vacation.
Ten days in a
Carthusian cell, practicing the Art of Silence and meditating, my sole
companion whatever book the hermit before me left in his cave.
Or, perhaps, a
cruise to Alaska. Though the wife would
never agree to that.
It’s
overdue. About thirteen years overdue …
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