I wonder if Santa ever loses the car keys…? Image found here.
‘All hail!’ the bells of Christmas rang, ‘All hail!’ the monks at Christmas sang, The merry monks who kept with cheer The gladdest day of all their year. But still apart, unmoved thereat, A pious elder brother sat Silent, in his accustomed place, With God’s sweet peace upon his face.
I, myself, am not yet fully engaged within the realm of tangential, three-dimensional space… what with the seriously wrenching amount of yuck I’ve been suffering with… Not in any meaningful, fluid dynamic sense of the word. (Don’t ask me what that means… I only write ’em. I don’t necessarily understand ’em.)
Very, very busy over the last week. And sick… Dog sick. But I couldn’t let this one go by. Giacomo Puccini was born on this date in 1858. Happy birthday, to a man who really knew how to write a tune. Image found here.
… may the farce be with you… Image found here.