It’s Friday again?Fridays fly like cardsshuffled by a card shark.(TGIF days are gone.)I meet them withdisappointmentat my terminalprocrastination.

My lawn has become c(l)overed.Theories vary:–longer times between mows–plants adapted to grow low–the extreme heat and rain.First was Spring’s dandelionization.Pollinators continue rejoicing.

Terry Pratchett, my championfor ↑ annual goodreads #s.Humor, adventure, and magicjostle each other totennis match my eyes.Each of the 40-some booksstand alone, yet intersectat places, histories, characters.All are set on a (Disc) worldthat is carried on the backsof 4 elephants& a mighty turtle.

  Reading Bono’s bookis reading The Bible.I take it slow, to savorhis focused meticulousnessto get it right in the telling.As an Irishman, his daringto be honest in the tellingis luxury not been affordedover so many lengthy, dedicated oppressions.

Mlady kneads the air,purring her wayback to kittenhood.Teenager air guitars,twanging his wayto rock stardom.Crone thought bubblesa fading yesterday;a fuzzy tomorrow;“what a beautiful morning!”

  “You sure are nosy.”I was told as a child.Naive, not knowingI was in a placewhere you don’t ask questions.What parentwould be so heedlessas to drop me there?