Wed. May 18th, 2022

I have been staring at the ceiling for the past hour. Not a damn thought in my head. Just blink. blink. blink.

every so often the phrase “isn’t it wonderful?”, will pop in & leave just as quickly as it came on through.

isn’t it wonderful? 

“What is it, Lassie? Is Timmy stuck in the well?”
the dog, looks confused.
“Is it Timmy?”
the dog barks, excitedly.
“Good boy, Lassie! Is Timmy in the lake?”
the dog looks confused again, turns his head to the side & whimpers.
“What is it, Lassie, huh, boy? Where is Timmy?”
the dog lays down & hides his face in his paws & whines.

isn’t it wonderful?

isn’t it wonderful?

ISN’T IT WONDERFUL