...and was granted that.
(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMLXVIII)
Tis Jan'ry fifth, and fin'lly I've fr'intents
Had shortbread with my cuppa Barry's, hale
In proper Sco'ish fashion is't? T'avail
Gave me perspective--nary milk for sense,
I tasted tea as aught like tis defense,
And I am thankful. Cheer'os that detail
For Sunday breakfast I maunt miss in frail
'Scuse, cottage cheese with't, craft up pizza thence.
Then Cynth'ya calls and we talk like as t'were
Six hours can't ruin our friendship; others too
Come by and hang out for a spell in tour
Til nightfall, then wash dishes like t'will do,
As lo, a day off is a mercy. LORD bestir
In us to serve Thee, faithful in all: You.
05Jan25
And then ended up with more off hours than I wanted, but I daresay I needed it thanks to what followed.
