TRIFECTA OF THOUGHT
The week that was: Armstrong lied, Te’o cried, Musial died.
The week to come: Arctic freeze, seed magazines tease, moving a piano on Saturday – help, please!
Give some poetic thought to a summary of your hopes and dreams or, if it’s more short-term like me hoping to finish painting our dining table and chairs, something more urgent. To wit: Paint dries, time flies … wait a minute. There are only two of us. So why do we have six chairs for that table?
You’re free to comment … now.