...And right now, we're at the point where it's going click...click...click and up and up. Fun, right? So they tell me.
The TV is running down the hall,* too low for me to easily hear (which, distressingly, is not all that low) and as a result, the back of my mind is sticking together any meaning it can from what filters through. So far, the stalwart young male anchor has invited viewers to, "Enjoy a World's Fair foot-long, or just become a Maraschino businessman," followed by a an automobile dealer touting their "weatherproof sackbomb." H'mm, it's not the right world but it seems to be an interesting one. Oh, be right back; the network news report just told me, "Commenting on Obama's toes, the Toenail Party said to trim them." Politics has taken a sudden turn and not for the better!
* Oh, dear. We'd better catch it, then, before the cat does.
T. R. MCELROY'S STREAMLINED TELEGRAPH KEYS
1 year ago