I went to karate class & I ate a carton of yogurt & was shocked to read about an Arkansas state legislator who gamed the adoption system, then abused the girls he & his wife had taken in. It was so windy I almost couldn't move forward on my bike & I got whacked by flying gravel and paper. I found out that one friend was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and another with congestive heart failure + COPD. I got a compliment & a criticism. Terry Pratchett died; not a particular favorite of mine, but a lot of my friends read every word he wrote. I meant to toss some books, including one called Pegasus Descending: a book of the best bad verse (edited by James Camp (really?), X.J. Kennedy & Keith Waldrop) but couldn't when I opened it at random to:
And when Life's prospects may at time appear drear to ye,
Remember Alois Senefelder, the discoverer of lithography.
—William McGonagall, "The Sprig of Moss"
And when Life's prospects may at time appear drear to ye,
Remember Alois Senefelder, the discoverer of lithography.
—William McGonagall, "The Sprig of Moss"