Flippancy

Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away.

The cat, by contrast, firmly sat
Upon the stair and not the mat.

Got up early. Cat hospital. Work. Came home. Car wouldn't start. AA came out at 9.40. Very cold out there. Need a new battery. As Chekov said, life is one damn thing after another. He also said that the alien ship was out of range and that he had lost contact with the landing party. Oh wait, different Chekov. Very easy to get your Russian classicists mixed up with your late twentieth century sci-fi.

Yes I am being flippant. Been another long day. Flippancy is a psychological survival tactic.

Dylan wants us to go to bed. Check out the message in his eyes ...