Return to May 9, 2012 (log)

Here in the western lands, today is 5/9.

Across the pond, it's 9/5.

Whatever point this observation may have is admittedly flimsy, but at the behest of Time this is at best a reminder that living is work. How you approach that work is both up to you & not you.

One's half the other, two's twice the thirst. (Let's not speak of threes.)

SOmetimes, when the verbx falls off, dream cows are everything . . . everything gets better when one attempts to fulfill the not-knowing that what screams.