Minimal-ish

A new week; time to knuckle down and get stuff done.

I worked, today. Not enough by any stretch, but I started. Tomorrow I can continue this trend. I'm incredibly tired so I'm just gonna leave it at that, and instead share this poem (no, I'm not kidding) that I heard the other day. It's decent.

Cookies At The Airport

A woman was waiting at an airport one night
There were several long hours to wait for her flight.
She hunted for reading in the airport's gift shop
bought a big bag of cookies - found a place she could drop.

She was engrossed in her book, but she happened to see
a man sat beside her - as bold as can be
and grabbed up a cookie from the bag in between
which she tried to ignore - and not make a scene.

She munched at her cookies and glanced at the clock
as the masculine cookie-thief diminished her stock!
She was getting more irritated as the minutes ticked by
Thinking, "If I wasn't a lady, I'd blacken his eye!"

With each cookie she took, he took one or two.
With only one left, she watched what he'd do
With a grin on his face, and a nice nervous laugh
He took the last cookie and broke it in half!

He offered her half as he munched on the other
She snatched from him and murmured "Oh Brother!
This guy has some nerve, and he's also quite rude
He never showed even polite gratitude."

She had never known when she had been quite so galled
She smiled with relief when her flight - it was called.
She gathered her stuff and marched to the gate.
(With not even a glance at the thieving ingrate.)

She boarded the plane and sank in her seat,
Then sought out her book which was almost complete.
As she reached in her bag, she gasped with surprise,
Her bag of cookies were in front of her eyes!

"If mine are right here," she moaned in despair,
then the others were his and he was trying to share!
Too late to apologize, she realized with grief
That she was the rude one, the ingrate, the thief!

I know

Sometimes you're reminded that you're not as good as you think you are (in a non-arrogant way). You can sit around and complain or do something about it.

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Somewhat more of a fail than yesterday's blip. This situation is a prime example of 'reverting to the mean'. I'm not 100% sure what I was going for with this shot, but the ones I snapped in the Duke, whilst eating dinner with Eve and Axel, just weren't up to scratch.

Something about smoking and candles burning, I guess... Whatever.