Today, the Drops Will Dance
Good Morning, Kittens. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, I was the poetry editor for my college's literary magazine. One of the professor's submitted a lovely poem, titled "Pancake Mornings." I need to find it. It was all about how her mother would make pancakes and test the skillet by throwing water on it. When the skillet was ready, the drops would dance. The poem ended with the professor walking into her classroom thinking "Today, the drops will dance." And, that, my friends, is a good way to think. I am not quite there yet. But, I certainly would like some dancing drops today. Rather than the lacklusterness and bone-aching tiredness that seems to be permeating my being. At one point, I forgot how to swallow and choked on my tea. It's been that kind of day already (and it's only 8:30). But, enough about today ... Yesterday, I had a lunch date ... with a cute boy. What is it with all these 28-30 year olds sudde...