The Circle Game

And the seasons they go 'round and 'round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game...

Some things do not change thank goodness.

Today:
Dave still has guts ache but went to work for afternoon.
New lounge suite and bed arrived and installed