When You Return From Space . . .
. . . you’ll find everyone down here
older than you are, we’re told.
Heck, I found that out
at my last high-school reunion.
Another Sign of a Diminishing Sunrise . . .
. . .I’ve been quarantined half a week now and regulations demand lunch and dinner be delivered to such sequestered residents.
I call daily to ask what’s on the menu but to really remind staff I’m here.
Today, lunch was not delivered. No one knows why.
And the dinner server remained in the hallway this evening to wave when I opened to door to retrieve my food.
To Really Be a Success . . .
. . . you have to develop the art
of making your mistakes
when no one is looking.
COVID Quarantine . . .
. . .has certain advantages.
I haven’t done a damned thing
for the past three days.
Listening to the Constant Criticism Here . . .
. . . brings to mind an Arab proverb:
Stop for every barking dog
and your journey will never end.
There Are Two Types . . .
. . . of people in this world,
but the bully
manipulating the inmates here
is neither one of them.
In Line With Today’s Woke Generation . . .
. . . a tablemate thinks he has a perfect renaming of a gun,
any gun, so it won’t offend anyone.
He says we can call it
a cordless hole puncher
A Whole Shelf of Toilet Paper . . .
. . . tumbled down and almost buried a guy at the supermarket the other day.
After he crawled out of it, he said he was OK,
“Just soft-tissue damage.”
The Only Time to Talk Politics . . .
. . . is if you get lost
in the woods, desert, jungle or some other forlorn place,
because you’re sure to be found by someone
who will show up just to argue with you.
His New Hearing Aid . . .
. . . was a topic of conversation
by one of our table mates during dinner.
He said he only got one because it was expensive
because it was the latest state of the art.
I asked him “What kind is it?” and he said
“Ten minutes after five.”
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