With eyes barely open, "Good morning world".he said to the light
That had pushed in and burned away the last shadows of the night.
He tossed and struggled. Mere blankets bound him secure to his bed.
With effort he slipped free of his nest. His feet now on the floor led
His unsteady body with tentative steps, but they had to start to hurry
To get to the toilet in time. Ah. Made it he sighs. His eyes still blurry.
There is a bit of poetry for you all this morning. Can anyone re!ate to that.?
Hello Swamper. That is a term I used to use to indicate that I was riding in the front passenger seat. Usually it was in a Friend's car. I think people often call that position Shotgun now. But in highschool, if I sat there, I was The Swamper but you could call me Swampy. Anyways, nice to hear from you.
Good morning Dianne. Hi Linda. Hope you are reading along. Hi Em.
Well, I better get going here. I have "a lot of pianos to tune today "
Be safe everyone.